Recuperating back at home

"Are you sure you're alright, you've been acting really weird. Do you want us to go back?"

It was your mother's voice this time. We're your parents taking turns asking you this?

What could you say? You had been silent since leaving the hospital. Everything passed in a blur. Judging by the looks your parents had been giving you they were beginning to worry. But what to do...

This was the upteenth time that your mother had asked you this question. God, would she take a hint. You tried your hardest not to stare. Why? Because she and your father were both completely naked. That's not to say you weren't too. It's just you figured you didn't need to point out that little detail too. But, I guess you just did. Anyway, it sure was making this whole ride home mighty uncomfortable.

Hey, why is her focus still on you?

Don't look at her tits damn you! Look at her eyes!

Crap, think of something, quick.

Your eyes darted to the only safe place atop her head. The neutral object gave you a chanc to cook up a response.

"Really... I'm fine,okay... I'm still hung up from all the meds they gave me back at the hospital."

Weak explanation, but it seemed to work. With that, your mother turned back to converse with your father. You found your gaze leaving your parents.

Looking out the window you could see pockets of people strolling about, all while completely nude. A few times you swore you could see some of them in the act of sex or generally just getting off. Too bad for you the car was moving too fast to see anything concrete. It really was an eye opener though. God. It was even tempting your hand that had been unconsciously stroking yourself all this time to quicken.

Huh? When did that happen?

Were you...just now....No.. that couldn't be,could it?But all signs led to that conclusion. Shit. Should you be worried? Nevertheless, your hand in your lap never stopped it's motions.

Was someone calling you? Oh, it seems like your father had been calling you for a while now... You perk your ears.

"...Hey buddy. Your mom and I think it's best you stay with us for a few days, just till you heal up. And don't think we're taking no for an answer."

Ever the one to spoil your plans, your father squashed any hopeful ideas. There goes easying into everything at university. Sigh....Figures as such. But you don't blame the man. Who told you to go overboard with your shenanigans with your dorm mates.

"You don't have to do this, really," you protested.

The words you spoke fell on deaf ears. Either they chose to ignore it, or they were too busy getting off on the drive home. Yes, you heard it right. Your parents were actively engaging in self pleasure themselves. Just like it was the most normal thing in the world. Which come to think of it, it was for them, just not for you.

Oh... Did you forget to mention that?

Sorry. It slipped your mind along with your hand off your cock. A silent shiver tingled in your nethers. Silently, you followed a glob of precum as it oozed into the seat resting beneath you. You stared fixedly.

So much....

Crusty dried splotches which you could only assume was semen was abundant all over the upholstery of the car. Was it yours, your father's, or someone else's. This secret would forever be buried within the fibres.

Letting a sigh escape, you redirected your gaze back onto your loving parents. It was getting heated up front. They had already cummed a few times judging by the wet splotches on their legs. Least their appearances hadn't changed too much. Thank the lucky stars.

The man you called your father, when not sitting, stands just shy of 6ft tall. Brown shaggy hair frames a rather Mediterranean face. While not muscle bound, he does sport a dad bod at this juncture. Where he shines though is his cheeky smile and aqua kissed eyes that scream of craftiness. Guess that's what hooked your mother in the end. Lastly, not that you were particularly paying attention, was your father's 'size'. Sitting at just over 6.5 inches erect it was fairly modest. Not too big or too small.

Jesus. Abort. Your eyes flee to your mother.

Giving her a once over, you can only see her side profile now. Her arms seemed to be moving in the hidden depths of her womanhood, far out of sight of your probing vision.

Your mind grows hazy as you play back her appearance.

Luscious brunette hair that tickles her collarbone, frame an Anglo-asian face. Being a stickler for health, you could see she regularly went to the gym. All her curves exuded hidden power. Be it her breasts, thighs, ass or body in general, each part seemed to encapsulize beauty.

How had you missed this before? Guess the clothes she wore kind of covered up any hints of womanly charm, not now though, it was all laid out bare.

Diverting your attention into the rear view mirror you happened to get a glance of your appearance. Nothing much had changed. You were an odd mix up of both your parents looks.

Seeing your father's almost identical ocean blue eyes gazing back under a head of thick luscious dark hair soothed your chaotic thoughts. Gazing down at your body, you seemed to have packed on some size, muscles rippled imperceptibly with each movement. By chance, you again caught yourself mindlessly jerking off without a care that your parents were upfront. Pausing, you lamented.

"I really can't stop, huh...?"

Giving up, you resumed your debauched self pleasure while watching the scenery pass outside. Breathy pants cycled back and forth on the journey home.