Mother Fucker

Carly and I were the closest we could be, even before she began fucking me. But my parents were cold, distant, silent figures. They hated each other, everyone knew, but stayed together for my father's wealth (my mother having signed a prenup, in the long, long ago). Still, he winced as I impaled his bride.

My mother had kept herself looking trim and neat, like an older Carly. Her breasts were bigger... not implants, just a quirk of biology. Her abs were taut, a testament to her daily workout routine. Her bush trimmed. I had long suspected my mother had been having an affair, but now was not the time to investigate. Now was the time to fuck.

Mrs. Rose Gibson was pushed unto the bed, her legs spread, and my cock ready at its entrance. "Go ahead," she said, in anticipation, but her actions were not the one I was looking towards. Carly held our mother's hand as I first entered her. She kissed her, to my mother's surprise, and began nibbling at her breasts. Nice.

But my father, Carl Gibson, was not too impressed. "I get the point," he said, a dour face, watching as I fucked my own mother. His own wife.

"If I wanted," I said, between pumps, "I could keep her here. Make her a cocksleeve for me and me alone. Make her a toilet for Carly. Tape her to the wall and watch as the orderlies have their way with her." I was getting off thinking of ways to mistreat this woman who was never there.

"Ha ha," he said, trying to avert his eyes from my mother fucking, but being unable to on some level. Perhaps he knew that this was helping me, and was cuckolding himself for my enjoyment. Perhaps he was just naturally fascinated by my sexual prowess or the idea of someone else fucking her. He wasn't masturbating, and I wasn't about to send Carly to get her own father off. That would be disgusting, I thought, as I prepared to knock up my mother.

But she interrupted. The pounding in the bed, thanks to the practice I received these last six weeks, was enough to get my mother into quite the mood. She was breathing, panting, moaning. She was getting off, multiple times, as I refused to stop plugging away. Not until we both got off.