Honey, I am home!

"Honey, I am home!" Mark's robust laugh echoed through the hallway, breaking the post-coital silence. Kyle froze, his heart racing as he pulled out of his mom's pussy. He hadn't even had the chance to get dressed, and now he was about to be caught in the most compromising position imaginable.

Sarah looked up at him with a lazy smile, cum still glistening on her lips. "Don't worry," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Your father knows how to appreciate a properly fucked wife."

Kyle watched in disbelief as she stood up, not bothering to cover herself. She walked to the door, her hips swaying, and pulled it open. Mark's eyes widened when he saw them, his jaw dropping slightly. Sarah looked at him, her eyes gleaming. "Hi, honey," she purred, leaning against the doorframe. "You're home early."

"What... what's going on here?" Mark sputtered, his eyes darting between Kyle's naked form and Sarah's cum-covered lips.

"Oh, don't worry," Sarah said, her voice still laced with the same casualness she had used when talking about missed appointment, "Me and Kyle got a bit careless. Forgot you are home early." She didn't move to cover herself, instead she leaned against the doorframe, one hand on her hip, the other playing with the cum still dripping from her pussy.

Mark tried to hide his shock as he took in the sight before him. Sarah, his beautiful wife of twenty years, was standing before him, her blonde hair in disarray, her lips shiny with a substance that was unmistakably not lip gloss. He swallowed hard, his eyes tracing the trail of cum that led from her mouth down to her thighs.

"Surprise," she said with a wink, her voice low and seductive.

Kyle, still standing there naked and slightly embarrassed, managed to find his voice. "Dad, it's not what it looks like." But even as he said it, he knew it was exactly what it looked like.

Mark's eyes narrowed, but instead of anger, he looked... intrigued. "Is that so?" he said, stepping closer. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you've been having sex with my ex-sex parter, who is also my wife."

Sarah giggled, her eyes never leaving Mark's face. "Well, when you put it that way, it sounds a bit naughty, but there is nothing wrong with it!" she said with a shrug. Mark's eyes widened further, and Kyle felt his own face heat up with embarrassment.

Mark stepped into the room, his gaze still going from his wife's cum-covered lips, to his son's flushed face, and then back to the sticky mess on the couch. "Make sure to clean up, right?" he said, his voice even.

Sarah's smile grew wider, and she sauntered over to Mark, wrapping her arms around his neck. "You know I always take care of things," she murmured, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"Well, then," Mark said, his voice gruff, "I guess I'll leave you two to it." Kyle couldn't believe what he was hearing, his mind racing with confusion and arousal.

Once her husband left the living room, Sarah sighed softly, sinking onto the couch “I’m honestly relieved Mark didn’t lose it... I was bracing for a fight.” turned to Kyle, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

Kyle, still trying to wrap his head around the situation, managed to ask, "You guys talked about this?"

"Not really. I wanted to have a proper discussion after dinner. But I am not sure there is much to discuss. We are husband and wife, but I am no longer his sex-parter. You are," she said with a wink. "It's like we swapped roles, isn't it? I am your mom, but now, I am also your slut."

Her words sent a shiver down Kyle's spine. "Mom, that's... intense," he said, still trying to grasp the situation.

"Intense? Oh, baby," she purred, standing up and walking over to him, her breasts swaying with each step. "You have to wait, okay? Mommy has to take a shower and prepare dinner." She lifted his face up and kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting herself on him. "But after dinner, I'm all yours."

Kyle nodded, his cock still hard from the encounter. "But what about dad?"

Sarah's smile faltered, "Oh, right. We need to discuss sleeping arrangements. Mark is still my hubby, so I guess we can sleep together, but if you want to fuck your mommy-slut? Well, we're going to have to talk about it."

They cleaned up quickly and went to prepare dinner. The conversation was surprisingly casual, considering the events of the afternoon. Sarah chattered away about her day at work, and Kyle listened, still in a bit of a daze. As they sat down to eat, Mark joined them, his expression neutral. The tension was palpable, but no one brought up what had happened.

After dinner, Mark took a deep breath, "Alright, kids. We need to talk. This... situation... it's not typical. But I love your mom, and I know she loves me. And apparently, she is now your sex-partner," he said, his voice steady. "But we can't just ignore what happened."

Sarah nodded, "I agree. Mark, I am sorry you had to see me roasted by our son. I promise we will be more careful next time." She gave Kyle a wink, and he felt his cheeks heat up.

"So, what happens now?" Mark asked, his voice still even. "Do we make a list of sex-free zones?"

Sarah laughed lightly, "No need for that, darling, we can still share the bed," she said, her eyes flicking to Kyle. "But, if Kyle wants to use me, then you would have to take the couch."

Kyle felt his heart race at the thought of his mom saying such things in front of his dad, but Mark just nodded, his expression unreadable. "And what about the rest of the nights?" he asked, his eyes never leaving Sarah's.

"Well," she began, her voice a little shakier now, "I was thinking maybe we could keep things as they are, but I'd spend an hour with Kyle every night."

"An hour?" Mark's eyebrows shot up.

"Yeah," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper, "you know, in his room." She licked her lips, "Getting absolutely pounded by our son's huge cock." Mark's eyes widened, and Kyle felt his face flush.

"But of course," she added, placing a hand on Mark's shoulder, "you can still sleep in our bed. Just, you know, no funny business." She winked at Kyle, and his father looked at him, a mix of shock and something else in his eyes.

"But you won't have sex, right?" Kyle suddenly blurted out, a flash of weird jealousy crossing his face.

Sarah chuckled, patting his cheek, "Don't worry, baby. I'm still your dad's wife, but I am not his sex-partner, just yours!" She gave him a wink, and Mark's expression grew thoughtful. "But, darling," she turned to Mark, her voice dripping with sweetness, "Could you clean up the kitchen for us?"

Mark nodded, standing up from the dinner table, "I guess I can do that," he said, his voice tight. Kyle felt a strange mix of emotions—relief that his dad wasn't upset, but also a twinge of guilt for what he had done.

Sarah stood up, her large breasts bouncing slightly with the movement. "Come on, Kyle," she said, taking his hand. "Let's go upstairs. I still want you to fuck me in my marital bed before we call it a night."

Her words were like a sledgehammer to the chest, but Mark just nodded, his gaze lingering on his wife's body for a moment longer before he turned away to clear the dinner dishes. Kyle couldn't believe his mom was so brazen about it, but he felt his cock stir at the thought of what was to come.

They made their way to his parents room, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. Sarah pushed him down onto the bed, her eyes never leaving his as she straddled him. She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "You're going to fuck me like you own me," she whispered, her voice filled with excitement.

Kyle's cock was already hard at the thought of her words. He nodded, his voice hoarse. "Yes, mom."

Her hand went to his cock, stroking it gently. "Good boy," she murmured, her other hand reaching back to unclasp her bra. Her large breasts spilled out, and she leaned forward, pressing them against his chest.

"Do you like your mommy's tits?" Sarah asked, her voice dripping with desire as she leaned in closer, her large, soft breasts pressing against his chest.

"Yes, mom," Kyle managed to murmur, his eyes glued to her chest.

"Good," she said with a smile, "Because I want you to suck on them while you pump me full of your hot, sticky cum." Kyle felt his cock throb in response, and he didn't need any more encouragement. He sat up, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and teasing it as she moaned above him.

Her hand guided his cock to her pussy, which was already wet and ready for him. He pushed into her, feeling the warmth and tightness that was his mother's body. He couldn't believe this was happening, but the sensation was too intense to deny. She began to rock back and forth, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm that made him want to go faster.

"Oh, Kyle," she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. "You feel so good. Better than your dad ever did."

Kyle's mind reeled at the comparison, but he couldn't help the pride that swelled in his chest. He began to thrust harder, his hips slamming into hers as she moaned louder. The bed creaked beneath them, the sound echoing through the quiet house.

"Cum for me, baby," she panted, her nails digging into his back. "Show me how much you want me."

And with that, Kyle lost control. He thrust deep into her, feeling his orgasm building. With a roar, he came, filling her pussy with his seed. Sarah threw her head back, her own climax following closely behind his. They collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined in a mess of limbs and cum.

Kyle looked over at Mark, who was standing in the doorway. "You can wait a bit, dad," he said with a smirk. "Mom and I have some... bonding to do."

Mark's eyes went from shock to anger, and for a moment, Kyle thought he was going to say something, but then he just nodded and turned away. "I'll be downstairs," he said, his voice tight.

Sarah looked at him, a proud look on her face, "Baby, I like this assertive side of yours. But be gentle on your father, okay? We love each other, and this new arrangement definitely hits him harder." She climbed off Kyle and started collecting her clothes. "Now, come on, let's go clean up before your dad thinks he has to spend the night on the couch."

Kyle watched his mom walk to the bathroom, her ass jiggling with each step, still feeling a bit overwhelmed by what just happened. he spent couple of minutes relaxing no his parent's bed before Sarah emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed and rested.

"Come on," she said with a laugh. "Let's not make it harder for you father!" She pulled him by his hands and pushed him out of the room, "I know you can have sex multiple times in a night," she whispered in his ear as they walked to the bathroom. "But let's not wear out your mommy too quickly."

Kyle nodded and left to his room.