Kiss goodnight

You come back home from school, and are slightly disappointed to find that your mother is nowhere to be found. You look around the house, and around the yard, but she must have gone out to run some errands. You wander downstairs and check the dryer, and find that all the clothes in it have been put away. Curious as to whether your mother found your little present, you wander upstairs, knowing you have the house to yourself, and into your parents' bedroom. You start searching through the drawers, but can't find the bra you soiled last night. She must be wearing it, you think.

As you search through the underwear drawers, you come across a rather startling discovery. Your hand bumps into something round and hard, not the sort of thing you expected to find in a pile of soft panties and thongs. You pull it out of the drawer, and see that it is a medium sized dildo. Searching the drawer further, you find more sex toys: a vibrator, a ball gag, some handcuffs, and other assorted objects. What really catches your attention, though, are the pictures. The bottom of the drawer is covered in a scattered pile of Polaroids, each one showing your mother, your father, or both of them, involved in some kind of sex act. There are pictures of virtually every sex act imaginable, and they are taken all over the house. You grab a few that appeal to you for whatever reason to take downstairs to jack off to. One is of your mother, naked, on her stomach on top of the dining room table, hogtied, with a apple shoved in her mouth. Another is a shot of her lying on her back, again, naked, spreading

oil across her chest. A third is taken from above, a shot of her, on her hands and knees, of her back and ass, with what you can only assume is your father's dick sticking in it.

You close the underwear drawer and shuffle downstairs, to your room, where you quickly jerk one off to the picture of your mother hogtied on the table.

Come supper time, you have a hard time not imaging your mother with an apple shoved in her mouth as you sit at the dinner table. You eat quietly, as your mother and father banter about their respective days, and can't help thinking how lucky he is. The rest of the evening just sort of flits away in a similar fashion. You spend most of it in your room, watching TV.

Around midnight, your door quietly opens up, and your mother walks in, then quickly closes the door behind her. She is wearing a bathrobe, and her hair is wet; she must have just gotten out of the shower. She walks to you, and leans over, and kisses you on the forehead. This is an action that occurred every night until you were in middle school, but now, with all the charged actions that have ocurreed in the last few days, it is paralyzing. Plus, as she leans over, her bathrobe gaps, and you can see perfectly down to her hanging tits.

She lingers above your forehead after she kisses it, allowing you ample time to gape at her cleavage, but you are unprepared for what happens next. She moves her face directly above yours, and starts you kiss you on the mouth. She kisses wildly, forcefully, pushing your mouth open, and sucking on your lips, and licking you. You instantly respond, kissing back, without thinking, your body compelling you. Your mother places a hand on your chest to balance herself, and as she continues to maul you with her mouth, her hand slides down your chest, across your stomach, and into your boxers. By the time she grips your cock, it is already rock hard, and she gently but firmly strokes it as she continues kissing you. Time seems to stand still, and before you know it, you are cumming all over your mother's still stroking hand and the inside of your boxers, until you are emptied and exhausted.

Your mother stands back up, pulling her hand out of your boxers and back up from under the covers of your bed. She stares at you as she licks the remnants of cum on it off, then she leans back over you. "This is just a taste," she whispers. "Your father leaves tomorrow on a two week business trip." She stands back up straight, and leaves the room.

You lie back, exhausted, and drift off to sleep, dreaming of what the days to come will bring.