Parental Assistance

I opened the bathroom door, and nearly ran face first into my father. I was a bit surprised to see him; based on the eyes mom had been making at him since he got home from work, I had expected them to be locked in their room for the night. I knew how good of a fuck mom was now, and I was glad I could help them the get together after all these years. After all, mom had gotten sick due to giving birth to me, so I kinda owed both of them.

Dad froze when he saw me, his face turning red with embarrassment, as he tried to hide a bottle behind his back. It was too late, I had already seen the picture on it. I knew what Viagra looked like. It was a shock to see my father with a bottle of dick pills, bit then I looked my father up and down, really looked. For the first time I really took in the fact that he was an overweight, balding, slightly pudgy old man. I kicked myself for not realizing it sooner. Mom was now a young milf, her body transformed into something beautiful, energetic, and desirable, while Dad was nearly in his 50s and out of shape. Of course he would need help.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry dad," I said to him. "I'm an idiot. I was so busy using mom that I never even thought about the two of you.”

"It's ok, son," he replied, giving up his efforts to hide the bottle. "I'm glad you you helped your mother like that. Seeing her happy again is worth a bit of awkwardness. We'll work it out. If I can't satisfy her, at least you can use her," he added with a pained expression.

"Fuck, no, dad. No, I love you and mom and I'm not screwing up your marriage," I told him firmly. “Look, I just need to think of a way to use you so that you can keep up with mom," I said, thinking hard. "Ok, I want you to be a DILF. Lose the weight, tone up, make yourself younger, more handsome, all that stuff," I said, figuring something similar had worked for mom.

"What the heck is a Dilf?" he asked, confused. "Sorry son. I can't do anything if I don't know how you are trying to use me."

"DILF," I said, spelling it out. "Dad I'd Like to Fuck. Its the male counterpart of a milf. Look, just be mom's perfect lover, ok? That's how I'm using you."

"Oh. Sure son, I'd be happy to," he said, as if I had asked him to do me a favor. I could see it happening: muscles toning up, hair growing back thicker and fuller, face smoothing out as the lines of age faded away and features subtly shifted, chest and shoulders broadening. He became younger, more fit, his body reshaping itself. His clothes didn't change, but were now tighter around the shoulders, pants looser as he lost the paunch. I could see a hardon growing in his pants, pressing against the fabric of his clothes, though he tried to hide it. He glanced down at the Viagra bottle in his hand before throwing it into the trash.

"Wow," Dad commented, rolling his shoulders, stretching. "I never realized how many things ached. So I'm a... what did you call it? A Dilf now? Did you want to fuck me? I never knew you were bisexual."

"What?" I asked, nonplussed. "No, I don't want to... I'm not gay, I just meant that you should be a dilf so you would match mom. Dilf is the male version of milf, so of course a dilf can satisfy a milf," I added, face palming.

"Just checking. I'm not that interested either, but you said you were using me, so..." he replied, looking vaguely relieved. "Well, in that case, I need to get back to your mother. Goodnight," he added hurriedly turning to leave.

“Wait!" I yelled, and he jerked to a stop. "I want to watch you fuck Mom,” I said. "You know, make sure using you like this works out."

"Oh, why didn't you say so. You need to be clear about how you are using people; it's impolite to make them guess. Come on, hurry up," he replied, motioning for me to follow him.

The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and I could hear Mom’s voice coming from inside as I followed my now dilf father inside.

“Nothing fits anymore,” she said, voice coming from behind the door of her closet. There was quite a pile of discarded clothes on the floor. “Everything new is too big, and my old clothes from before are too small. How am I supposed to look good for my husband if I have nothing to wear?”

“I think you look just fine naked, but if you insist, then all your clothes should fit you and be as sexy as a milf like you deserves,” I said.

The clothes on the floor visibly shrank and reformed different styles and more vibrant colors, the transformation happening in an instant. Mom popped her head around the door with a surprised look, pulling the door backwards as if trying behind it. "John! You surprised me. Did you want to use me? I was just trying to find something sexy to wear for your father..." she began, then noticed him next to me, looking distinctly younger. “John, did you use your father?” she asked, eyeing him up. If that look was anything to go on, she liked what she saw. “We were just going to... catch up. You don't mind using me later, right? I was hoping to fuck your father right,” she added with a hopeful look.

“John is using us, dear." Dad said with a grin, his hardon pressing against his pants as if it couldn’t wait any longer. "He's here to watch his dilf father and milf mother fuck!”

Mom cocked an eyebrow, then a look of understanding dawned and she smiled, her eyes dark with satisfaction, stepping out naked from behind the door. “Oh, dilf, like milf. I get it," She sad as she walked over to him sensually, pressing her body against his, soft, firm breasts pressed into his chest. "Wow. You look so... hot, Howard," she added, as she kissed him passionately. Their tongues danced together, exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that matched their desire. Her hands roamed over his newly toned body, feeling the hard muscles that were once hidden beneath layers of fat. She moaned softly into his mouth, her body trembling with anticipation. "Well, Howard? Do you want to make up for all the years we couldn’t fuck?”

Dad didn't need to be told twice, and frantically undid his pants, pulling them and his underwear down. Mom's eyes scanned his new body with a mix of awe and desire as he removed his shirt, revealing his muscular chest and six pack abs. His very large dick stood proudly erect between them, throbbing with desire. “I’m sorry I haven't fucked you in years,” she said softly, her fingers closing around my father's hard pole.

"You don't... I mean it wasn't... You were just sick..." Dad put in, stuttering.

“Don’t,” she said, a finger to his lips cutting off any argument. “I know I couldn't do it, but it was unfair that you got cut off like that," she mused sadly. "Do you have a lover? I'm not mad if you do,” she added.

“I never even considered it,” Dad told her, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer, mom molding herself against him, one leg coming up to wrap around him as they kissed again.

Mom smiled, her eyes dark with satisfaction. "I'm glad john is suing us. Now I can be the wife, the partner, the fuck, you deserve,” she said, voice heavy with desire, kissing him passionately. She maneuvered him over to the bed, then pushed him down gently and knelt in front of him, her mouth closing around his cock, her hands gripping his thighs as she sucked him deep into her throat, effortlessly taking him fully inside despite his length and girth. Dad groaned softly, his hips jerking forward with every bob of her head, his body trembling with need. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock, teasing him before diving deeper into her throat. She gave him a blowjob for the ages, mouth wrapped tightly around his cock as she effortlessly deep-throated his massive pole. I could only conclude that lack of gag reflex came with milfyness.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the sight, my dick rock hard and straining against my pants. This was better than any porn movie, I thought, as I pulled my cock out and began to jerk off without even realizing I was doing it. I stroked myself as I watched Mom work Dad over with her mouth, unconsciously synchronizing with her actions.

Mom’s lips stretched wide around Dad’s cock, her tongue dragging up his length with each withdrawal before she plunged her head back down. Her hands gripped his ass tightly, her nails digging into his skin as she took him deeper, her throat muscles fluttering around his cockhead with each swallow. Dad groaned as he came in Mom’s mouth, his cock pulsing, and I imagined he must be shooting a thick stream of cum into her throat. She swallowed it all, her lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, milking him into her throat, not letting a single drop escape.

Dad grabbed Mom and pushed her onto the bed, her firm tits jiggling enticingly, upthrust and proud, nipples diamond hard at the tips. Dad gripped her hips and spread her legs wide, exposing her tight, glistening pussy to his inspection. His tongue dove into her pussy without hesitation, licking and sucking at her clit with a primal desperation . Her back arched off the bed, her fingers tangling in the sheets as she moaned softly, her body trembling with need. The scent of her arousal filled the room as his tongue circled her clit, teasing it before giving it a firm suck, making her hips buck off the bed. He thrust into her with a finger, then two, sawing them in and out of her as she thrust back at his hand, trying to get more of them inside of her. She moaned loudly, her voice hoarse with desire, her body trembling with each thrust of his fingers.

Dad gave her one last lick and pulled his fingers out, crawling up the bed, his cock still hard as steel, and positioned himself at Mom’s gates, rubbing his large head up and down her folds. He grabbed her hips with both hands, his fingers digging into her skin, and thrust deep inside her in one smooth motion. Her back arched off the bed, a soft moan escaping her lips as she took him eagerly, her pussy stretching mightily to take in his thick pole. Mom’s back arched, her massive tits bouncing around like crazy with each thrust as Dad pounded into her. Her moans grew louder, her hands entangled in the bedsheets as she took him eagerly, her body trembling with need, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the room. Dad’s hips met hers in a brutal rhythm, his cock slamming into her hard and fast, hitting deep inside her as he fucked her harder than I had ever seen. Mom came on Dad’s dick, her body trembling as she screamed his name, her pussy clenching around him. He grunted, thrusting fully into her, ass clenching as he filled her with what must have been a huge load of cum, spurts of it shooting out of her as she filled to overflowing before vanishing.

I jerked myself so hard I nearly hurt my dick, cumming along with them, my splooge shooting out and then evaporating into thin air before it could hit the carpet. My parents flipped over, dad pulling out for a second so mom could get on top of him and slam herself down onto him cowgirl style, boobs shaking, there shared passion coloring their every movement, elevating it beyond any porn scene.

I was horny, **** to fuck. If only there was someone I could use, but the only other person home was my sister, who was in her room, and I didn't want to miss a second of the hottest fuck I had ever seen.