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Just as her hand was about to envelope his length, Mike heard his father's voice.

"Hey you two... So? Today's the day huh?"

Making nothing of the sight of mother and son, naked on the bed, Mike's father came to sit on the opposite side from his mother. This left Mike pressed between them both.

The man seemed excited.

"Don't make him nervous honey! You know all about it already." With a glare at her husband, Mike's mother turned her attention back to her son. Giving him a small smile of comfort, she continued her previous actions.

Mike felt himself groaning in incestous delight when her hand found his base. With motions like a gentle lover, rather than a mother, he felt her hand circle his turgid length. Up and down. And, up and down.

Soon he was slick with his own juices.

It seemed his mother noticed too, because her hand soon stopped, "oh?" She cocked an eyebrow. She must be thinking of something.

"Honey, little help here?"

"On it!" Came his father's eager-to-help voice.

Mike grew nervous.

Mike clammed up, as he watched (and felt) his mother and father take turns debasing his meaty length with their hands. Seems they were trying to handle his sticky situation.

"Seems our son has grown into a fine young man, don't you think?" Ignoring his son's grunts of pleasure, his father commented matter-of-factly to his wife. His voice cracked with proud timbre.

" I know, just like you," Seeing the uncanny resemblance , she gently continued to 'measure' her sons cock. Her eye drew each and every veiny protrusion along her son's aching cock.

Mike was in heaven. By now, his upper body was now flat on the bed. Cracking his eyes in mid-lust, he saw the nude forms of his mother and father bent down, eyeing his crotch. He was just about to blow.

Should he warn them?