Get out of there before they see you!

You decide to flee to your room, where you change back into some normal clothes, sneak out of the house, and wait around outside for the noise to die down before you come in the front door like you just got home. You go to bed without talking to your parents much outside of a hello and a goodnight. That night, you dream about being sandwiched between their naked bodies as they make love. The dream\image\thought\feeling of being pleasured by your parents sticks with you as you go to school the next day. You try to focus on schoolwork in class to push the thought out of your head, and to avoid the embarrassing erections that plague you throughout the day. When you get home, you find yourself at the computer in your room, poised to do an image search for some unspeakable acts to pleasure yourself to. Your penis starts swelling just at the thought of what you’re about to do, when the sound of the front door shutting causes it to go limp immediately. The sound of your Mom’s voice announcing that she’s home early sends you scrambling to find a believable site to pretend to read on the internet, but she doesn’t come to your room right away. In fact, she takes so long that you actually start reading the thing you’re pretending to read. It’s actually a rather interesting scientific report on the long-term effects of… Your Mom interrupts your reading when she knocks on your door.

You say, “Hey” to each other. She smiles and walks in wearing an old baggy pair of jeans and a T-shirt, which looks somewhat out of character for her, even just around the house, but you don’t think too much about it. She takes a seat on your bed and says, “I want to talk to you about something.” You turn in your chair to face her. She smiles awkwardly and uncomfortably says, “…well… I… saw you. Last night. Watching us…”

Your face must be bright red as you try to blurt out an explanation, “Oh God, I’m sorry, I just…”

She stops you, “It’s okay. I’m not mad. Actually, I was glad to see you like that. You looked really cute. I need a big favor.” You wait to hear where she’s going with this. She continues, “Go ahead and put on your little outfit from last night.” You hesitate. She urges you on, smiling and saying, “Go on. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” You reluctantly stand up, go to your dresser, open a drawer, and dig out a wadded up ball of your lingerie. You self consciously pull off your shirt and drop it to the floor, followed by your pants and underwear. You don’t look in your Mom’s direction nervously aware of your bare bottom facing her, and your soft penis flopping around in the open. You nervously step into your panties and pull them up around your butt, instinctively tucking your little package back between your thighs. As you slip your arms through the straps of your bra, your Mom explains, “You see, sweetie… As you know, pretty soon, I’m going away on business for a few weeks. Almost a month…” You fasten your bra behind your back, and your heart pounds as you turn to face your Mom while you slip your satiny robe on over your bra and panties. Her eyes scan over your body, sweetly, approvingly as she continues, “…and… well… men have needs. And I don’t think your Dad can go a whole month without… having those needs satisfied. You see what I’m getting at?” You gulp, but don’t answer. She clarifies, “Me and your Dad need you to take over the… womanly duties while I’m gone. He may only need your help once or maybe twice. I’d say once a week at the most, and it probably wont last that long. And believe me, we’ll both owe you big time after this. I just don’t want him to have to go… outside our marriage. Do you understand what we’re asking you to do, sweetie?”