Chapter 13: Guys and Girls

Zack at home.

I left the beach house and drove home. I called Jane, got her voicemail. I told her that the folks would probably be home sooner than planned because my dad had to leave. My head was spinning. I didn’t want to go home, so I headed for the park and had a run. It’s always a good way for me to think. Yeah, think.

My parents are, well, normal and kinda dull. Mom, about five-six or so, keeps herself in great shape at the gym. She’s curvy, and her breasts are kinda big. She keeps her thick black hair a little longer than most ladies her age. I never paid any attention, even after all the going’s on with Jane’s family. But now.

As I walked through my cool-down, I thought about what to do. I’d seen a lot today. The question to me was, what am I going to do now?

My parents were back when I got home. I bellowed hello like usual and went up to shower. I dropped my tee, shorts, and briefs on the bathroom floor jumped in the shower. Reviewed what passed for a plan in my mind. Yeah, they are going to have to make the next move. Resisting the urge to go naked to my room, I wrapped a towel and walked the few steps. Closing my door.

I thought about wearing a baggy pair of athletic shorts and decided to stay naked. I flopped on my bed, pulled the sheet up to my belly, and grazed on my tablet, waiting. I have to tell Jane, we vowed to have no secrets, but I had to wait and see what happens in my house. Is this just going to be that big thing in the room that nobody talks about, or they give me the, you pried, and it’s none of your business talk? That would wreck our family dynamic. Then there’s the ‘we can do anything we want; don’t you dare judge us’ angle. No danger of that happening from me. I laughed to myself.

A quiet knock on my door. “Zack, it’s mom. Can I come in?”

“Yes, mom.”

The door opened slowly. Mom was there wearing one of her coverups for the beach and pool, the one you can’t see through. I guess they were by the pool when I got home. She looked at me; I think she was trying to gauge my mood. I looked at my tablet, just glancing to catch her eye. Not wanting to signal anything. Her eyes went down to the floor. She shifted her weight on her feet. She didn’t come in.

“Zack, um, I think we need to talk. May I come in?”

I only have a twin bed and a computer chair for furniture. I pointed to the chair, assuming she’d want to sit there. “Yeah, mom, I agree. Have a seat.”

She came in, left the door open. I had to shift over as mom surprised me and sat on the bed on my left side. From the motion of her big full breasts, I wondered if she had anything on under the coverup.

Mom sat, and we just looked at each other for a few seconds. Mom took a deep breath.

“Well, now you know your boring, loving parents are a couple of perverts.”

Not wanting to give any indication of my opinion and wanting to know and hear my mother describe more, I asked a question. “How long?” I was still looking at my tablet.

Mom shifted on the bed, probably still waiting for me to explode in righteous rage. She took a breath. “You know we all met in college. Well, we were young and stupid, and we dated back and forth. If Jack and I had a fight, I’d date your dad. Mrs. Conners did the same thing. But it was always just two couples, you understand?”

I put my tablet down, showed mom a soft face, but said nothing. She was fiddling with her fingers like a kid caught stealing. I am a cruel guy to admit I was enjoying this. Mom filled the silence with more of her story.

“So, in the spring of our junior year, we were all hanging out in Kerry and my room. We’d been smoking...”

“Smoking what?” I asked, barely above a whisper, giving that subtle indication of displeasure.

“Dope, we smoked dope. That night we had gotten some pretty good stuff and did a lot of it. We were very stoned.”

Mom stopped fiddling with her hands and looked out the window. It was evening, and the light through my closed blinds was fading. Not looking at me seemed to give her the liberty to let it go. I’m sure she hasn’t told this tale more than once.

Mom shifted on the bed, and her hand rested on my calf over the sheet. I didn’t protest, so it stayed as she talked.

“Well, we were talking, and the talk got to teasing, then teasing about sex stuff. I was dating Jack at that point. All the racy talk excited me, and I noticed Jack was looking at me. We moved toward each other, and I kissed him right in front of everybody. Then, it was like Kerry and your dad weren’t there. Smoking dope makes you kinda...”

“Kinda what, mom? I’ve never smoked dope.”

She patted my leg, moved her hand to just under my knee. “Glad to hear,” She was still looking out the twilight window. She took a deep breath.

“Horny. Smoking dope makes you horny, and just like booze, it lowers your inhibitions. I lay back on the bed; we all had been sitting on the edge, longways. Jack and I were kissing. He lay next to me; it was delicious. I didn’t stop him when he slipped his hand under my shirt and started touching.”

“Touching what, mom?”

Mom turned to look at me, her face edgy, annoyed. She saw my cock, bigger than before, pushing the sheet up a little. Her eyes widened. She turned back to the window; her hand clenched my knee lightly. Despite all that, it was shocking to hear my mother’s language. Shocking and very exciting.

“My breasts. I didn’t have a bra on, and Jack was holding my breast in his hand and pinching the nipple. It was very exciting. I didn’t care that our friends were watching us. This had never happened, but the buzz was so good, and Jack was touching my breast so nicely, and his mouth was making love to mine; I just didn’t care.”

I could see that mom was deep into her story now. I resisted touching myself, and, knowing what all the players looked like naked, I enjoyed my visuals. Mom’s hand was just above my knee now, still lightly caressing as she talked, her voice kinda dreamy.

“I reached over and touched Jack...”

“Touched what, mom?” In a low whisper.

Mom paused. Still looking out the window. She clenched my thigh as she said. “His cock. I touched Jack’s cock. He had shorts on, but I could tell there was nothing underneath. He moaned; I moaned, he shoved my shirt off, and I didn’t stop him.”

Mom’s voice got a little louder, her pace a little faster. She was into the story now, wanting to tell it.

“I shoved his shirt off. I put my mouth on his nipple; he loves that. He groaned, and I felt his hand slide under my shorts’ waistband. I was horny. I pushed on Jack’s shorts, and he lifted as I shoved them down. I slid off the bed, taking his shorts with me. On my knees between his, I collided with Kerry. We both jumped like we were electrocuted. She was topless too. I love her perky breasts. Your dad was naked on the bed, lying beside Jack, both hard and long. That was the moment. We were all shaken out of our dope lust haze. We could have stopped. We didn’t’. Shoulder to shoulder, Kerry and I leaned forward and, you know.”

“Know what, mom. Say it.”

I cringed. Too bossy. I broke the mood. I was wrong. Mom turned and looked at me, a quick glance at my erection under the sheet, almost smiled and said. “Kerry and I put our mouths over your dad and Jack’s cock and blew them. We sucked their cocks.”

She gave a slight look of satisfaction and returned to looking out the window. I put my hand on her knee over the soft fabric. She kept talking.

“It didn’t take long. They were pretty wound up. Jack came first...”

“What did you do?”

Mom didn’t break stride. “I took it all and swallowed. Kerry was right behind me and did the same. We liked doing that.”

She paused, then continued. “We liked having the boys…cum in our mouths. We felt powerful that we could please them, which was our reward.”

Mom fidgeted a little, and I saw her hand slip the knot on her robe lose. I moved my hand and let my fingers catch the edge of the left side of the robe and stay there. Mom was deep into her tale.

“We all got up. Kerry and I shoved our shorts and panties down. Jack gently pushed me towards the bed. Kerry and I lay sideways, shoulder to shoulder, giggling. We knew what was next.

“Which was?” I asked, knowing but loving hearing my mother say words I’d never heard from her mouth. I saw the side of her smile. She was still talking to the window. I think that made it easier. My finger wrapped around the edge of the fabric and touched her bare leg below her knee. She took in a sharp breath but went back to her tale.

“Jack and your dad were going to give us oral sex.” She paused again, took a small breath. “Lick us. Lick our pussies. Lick our furry pussies.”

She exhaled deeply, cathartically. I saw her smile of satisfaction. I said nothing. Now, mom was on a roll. She shifted; her legs opened a little. Now I could catch the scent of her excitement. This could be a very interesting evening. Mom stroked my leg, still over the sheet, which I had pushed down till it only covered my pubic hair and the head of my fully erect cock. Mom’s hand, caressing, moved higher but still safely distant.

“We were all naked together for the first time. I liked it. I really liked being next to Kerry. I’d never thought about her that way.”

“What way, mother?” I liked saying that, ensuring she knew what rules she was breaking. I saw her smile again. Her leg moved under my hand, and I slipped a little higher.

“I’d never thought of another woman sexually. Suddenly I was curious. As the boys got down on their knees, I touched Kerry’s wonderful, cute breast. She surprised me and gently removed my hand. I didn’t have time to think about it because Jack’s mouth connected with my pussy, and I came all over his face.”

Mom stopped and took a deep breath. She turned and looked directly at my erection. She kept talking, facing me now. Accepting that she is telling a personal sex story to her eighteen-year-old son and enjoying it. It was night now. A streetlight gave just enough light and the illusion of secrecy.

“I held Kerry’s hand as she came on dad’s face. They didn’t stop. But they did switch. It was incredibly exciting. Kerry and I squealed and came over and over. The boys switched back and forth. It was so fucking dirty; we loved it.”

My hand was fully against the inside of my mother’s warm, smooth thigh, and my pinky was getting close to her pussy. I knew, after today, that I would not be stopped. Mom’s fingers brushed my sack, still over the sheet. She moved her hand up, I moved mine up. She touched my cock, I felt her soaked pubic hair. My mother was naked under her robe. My cock flinched. She paused, I paused. She told more, her breathing deeper.

“On a whim, I rolled over on top of Kerry, our breasts and pussies touching. I could feel her wetness, her stiff clit against mine. She looked stunned and very uncomfortable. I laughed.

“Just this once, Kerr, let’s try it. Jack, fuck us.”

Jack and your dad laughed like hell as Jack came over and stuck his cock in each of our pussies, giving a couple of strokes and changing. Your dad pulled him away and took over. Oh, fuck, it was so fucking dirty. Kerry was turned on, too, and laughed. I moved to kiss her, but she turned her head. Your dad pulled out of me, and I rolled off Kerry.”

My mother’s hand caught the edge of the sheet covering my cock and gently pulled it down, exposing me. Her other hand slipped the robe off her right shoulder, and the weight of the garment pulled the rest down. She deftly slipped out of the sleeves. My mother was naked, I was naked. She finished her tale.

“We swapped and fucked and sucked till we collapsed. We woke up in the morning, straight now. I leaned over and sucked Jack’s cock. That got us going for another hour or so. Well, that was the beginning. We graduated, married, moved to the same town, and we’ve been swapping ever since.”

My fingers were wet, running up and down mom’s soaked slit. She was panting, slowly masturbating me. She was staring at my cock.

“What about Lauren?”

Mom froze. When I stood at that door, there was a fifth person. My older sister Lauren four years older. Her back was to me, but she has a compass tattoo between her shoulders. She was riding Jack’s face, but the exciting part was my father’s hand holding and fondling her left breast. Jack and Kerry couldn’t’ see it. That’s why I knew I could touch my mom.

Mom stopped stroking. “Oh.”

I poked my finger into her wetness. She moaned. “Not fair, son.”

“Tell me, mom. Tell me the rest. Dad was fondling his daughter’s breast.”

I teased the very outside of my mother’s vagina. Kerry and Jane had taught me well. Mom was panting. Her hand touched mine, trying to help, I pushed it away. Mom moaned. “You’re being mean to me.”

I put the tip of my finger on my mother’s clitoris and pressed and rotated.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck. I’m cumming.”

Her pussy pulsed under me, and my hand was wet and warm. I took away my finger. Mom stroked my cock. “Can I tell you later? I need you, Zack.”

I moved my hand from between her legs. “I want to know about you having sex with my sister.”

Mom took a deep breath. “I’m so needy right now, so vulnerable, so fucking horny. Okay, it’s not a long story. Just after that asshole moved out….”

The asshole, my sister’s now ex-husband, was fucking my sister’s best friend. She caught them.

“Lauren was a wreck. She called us, begged for dad and me to come over. We went, of course. We brought dinner, and we all had wine. Lots of wine. After, we sat in her living room and just listened. As Lauren talked, her language got saltier, and the topics moved to their sex life or lack thereof. She described in vivid detail what they did when it was good. That segued into her entire sex life. I had no trouble visualizing and noticed that dad had a boner. My pussy was wet. Your sister is quite good in bed. The lights were low, and I noticed Lauren had slipped her hand into her sweatpants while describing how she and her college roommate had sex. Dad saw it too. He slid his hand up my leg, pressing my dress up. I don’t know why, but I didn’t stop him. I reached over and held his erection through his pants. It was college all over again, but Lauren was our daughter, now telling us how she gave her husband a blowjob in our bathroom last Christmas while he held my panties to his face.”