A shower and breakfast

When you wake up to your alarm buzzing, your mind reels at the idea that your mother wants to have sex with you and that you will have two weeks to pursue that end without your father around. You will just have to deal with your sister, and she spends much of her time away from the house, either with friend or at sports practice. You get up and head to the shower, making sure to leave the bathroom door unlocked.

While you are lathering up your body, your cock hard from thinking of the possibilities of the coming weeks, you feel a cool draft and stick your head out of the curtain. You mother is standing before you wearing the same bathrobe she wore last night, only now it is wide open, revealing her delicious body to you. Her breasts are nice C-cups with just a bit of sag and nipples that point straight out from their rounded forms. Her hair looks mussed a little more than just `bed head' would suggest, so you start thinking that she might have fucked your dad this morning before getting out of bed. As you watch her, she returns your stare with a molten passion and cups her tits, rolling the nipples in her fingers. She moans quietly and licks her lips. You pull the curtain aside more, showing her your throbbing manhood. You encircle the soapy shaft with your fingers, moving your hips as if you were fucking her. She definitely is turned on by your masturbation, and she gropes her boobs harder. You speed up your thrusts and jerking off without taking your eyes off of her sexy form.

Stifling a moan, your climax hits you, and your cock spurts pearly spunk on the tub wall and your hand. Your mother closes her eyes and shudders as her own orgasm overwhelms her. When you both finish quivering, your mom pulls the robe closed, blows you a kiss, and walks out of the bathroom. You shoot some of the spray from the showerhead at your sperm on the tub and then continue your shower. Your mother looked so hot when she came. Her body remains in your thoughts while you finish washing.

Once dressed, you head down for breakfast. Your father is wearing his traveling clothes, a nice sport coat, no tie, and dress slacks; just a little more casual than a suit and, therefore, a little more comfortable on the plane.

Your sister, Anne, has her soccer outfit on, which makes her look like a sexy jockette; the shorts and tight t-shirt show off her figure. She has a tight muscular body and a great pair of C-cup tits like her mom. You know because you have checked out their bras in the laundry. The two of you are Irish twins, born only eleven months apart; your birthday is in October and hers is in August. She turned 18 a month ago, just before school started, and you are turning 19 next month.

Your mom has her robe cinched a lot tighter than last night. She still has a great body. Her bare legs and feet are very sexy, and you can see every curve of her torso. The events in the shower have your cock bulging rather uncomfortably in your pants. Your long, baggy t-shirt covers your groin, so you are not worried about anyone seeing it. You picked this shirt just for that quality.

Your dad is just finishing his breakfast, as you walk in. While you rummage around for bread, cereal and milk, he stands, puts his dishes in the sink, and kisses your mom. "Goodbye, Dear. I'll call tonight when I get back to the hotel. I'm going to miss you," he says.

"I'll miss you too, Honey," your mom replies.

"Bye, Anne, John. See ya in two weeks. Help your mom," he says.

"Okay, Dad," you reply, thinking that you are going to help your mom much more than he knows. You smile inwardly at your little secret.

After he is out the door with his luggage, Anne says, "I've got a soccer game tonight, so I won't be home `til about 8 or 9. Stacy and I will get some McDonald's or something afterward. Don't hold dinner."

"Okay, Sweetie. Good luck!" Mom encourages.

"Yeah, Sis. Score a goal for me," you say. You grin again at the scoring you are going to be doing tonight. After years of bickering, you and your sister seem to have gotten to the point of liking each other finally. She got a lot less bitchy when she started having sex a couple of years ago, and her current boyfriend seems to keep her pretty happy.

"Say, John. Remember you have that doctor appointment this morning. You're not going to school until about eleven," your mom says from a part of the kitchen where Anne cannot see her. She winks at you as she says it.

"Yeah, Mom. Can I take the car?" you ask, playing along with it.

"Sure."

Anne finishes and gets up to leave. "Okay, see you later," she says before kissing your mom on the cheek. She grabs a soccer ball and her backpack on the way out.

Once the door slams shut, you turn to your mom; both of you have lusty looks on your faces. The two of you have the house to yourselves for the next two hours.