It was eleven o’clock at night and I could tell that everyone on the sofa was feeling a little unsettled as if they were waiting for something, which they were, and it wasn’t to see who the murderer was on the television programme we were all watching. They were waiting for me to announce that I was tired and was off to bed, which I did, reluctantly. I had seen that episode anyway and wasn’t interested in the plot unfolding for a second time, but staying around and watching the dynamics between Uncle Jim, mum and dad was intriguing, to say the least.
It wouldn’t be the first time that I had found myself in this situation. In fact, it happens regularly on a Sunday evening every two or three weeks, whenever Uncle Jim, my mother’s brother visits us for the weekend.
I quite like his visits because it means, for the week after, that there is a lot of leftover tension in the house; a tension that I have been benefitting from, hugely in the past few months.
I was seventeen when I first noticed what went on when Uncle Jim stayed over. I remember it being a hot and sticky night, I remember going to the bathroom and noticing the light was still shining from downstairs and so like any teenager would do, I investigated. I heard moaning and groaning. The closer I got, the louder it became and it was obvious that two people were making out.
I expected it to be mum and dad, but when mum told Jim to fuck her harder, I realised that something profound was happening. It dawned on me that they were brother and sister and that they were having sex. Curiosity got the better of me that night and I had to creep closer to watch. I couldn’t help myself. I needed to see it rather than hear what was going on. My expectations were confirmed when I saw mum on the sofa with her legs wrapped tightly around Uncle Jim’s waist. Her hands clung onto his biceps and his ass was pistoning his cock into and out of my mother’s cunt.
It was a sight to behold, they were going at it, hammer and tongs. I felt my cock grow. I felt it twitch and my hand squeezed it which only made it grow twice as fast. I watched them for a while but my need grew so much that I crept back up the stairs. I was almost running along the landing in an attempt to get to my bedroom to get one off thinking of the scene I had witnessed.
Noises from my parent’s bedroom distracted me. I snuck closer and I could see through the crack of the door that dad was watching a computer screen. At first, I thought it was a porn movie, but when he intimated, rather verbally, that Elaine should fuck her brother senseless, I knew he was talking about and watching mum. I pushed my head around the slightly open door and I could see quite clearly that the screen was focused on the pair of them, rutting away like they hadn’t had sex in a lifetime. I must have been standing just above where the camera was situated on the open-plan staircase. It dawned on me – dad was watching them at it.
I watched dad comment on the action for a brief moment, only noticing him shafting his cock as he watched them have sex. I rushed to my room, dropped my pyjama bottoms, removed the top and got one off quickly to the thoughts in my head.
At the time, I didn’t know whether dad was being opportunistic, whether it was a staged set-up to catch them out, or whether it was all planned so that mum could fuck her brother and dad could watch it all happen. Maybe blackmail would feature in there at some point in time, who knew what was on their minds.
My spunk shot over my body like it was ejected from a spray gun. It must have taken less than ten seconds for me to spurt. I rested for a while afterwards, crept to the bathroom quietly to obtain some toilet paper and rushed back to my room to mop up the mess. I couldn’t get the sight of Uncle Jim fucking my mother out of my mind. I was so horny, not because of what I witnessed but because I knew, instantly, that I wanted to be where Uncle Jim was; between my mother’s thighs fucking her myself. I was on my second wank when I heard the stairs creak. I stopped and listened. There were a few giggles in the corridor before I heard Uncle Jim’s door opening and I guess mum going into her bedroom.
I finished off shortly afterwards to the sounds of fucking from my parent’s room. I gathered that dad was getting sloppy seconds.
The following morning was as if nothing had happened. Breakfast was early at seven in the morning and Uncle Jim left for the drive to work. Dad did the same leaving mum looking at me from across the kitchen.
Her breasts were full in the flimsy top she wore and the cut-off jeans did little to hide her well-used cunt. I felt like I was being examined, like some amoeba under a microscope. Her eyes pierced me, probed into me and I lowered my head and ate my breakfast as quietly as I could. Mum sat opposite me with a cup of coffee in her hands.
“Did you get a good night’s sleep last night, David?”
I nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, all good,” I replied.
“Only I was up late last night and I thought I heard a noise on the stairs?”
“Nope, I was fast asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow, mum,” I lied.
She nodded, “you better be off to school, one more year left before university.” Mum was good at passing the time of day. At the time, I thought I had gotten away with it. But in hindsight, I was very much mistaken on that score.
That was the first time I saw Uncle Jim and my mother together. It wouldn’t be the last.
~~~
Tonight is one of those nights where I excuse myself and pretend to go to bed early to get some sleep. The three of them will then finish watching the film and sneak off into the spare front room, mum will deliberately leave the door open, she knows all too well what I do when they enjoy themselves. Ever since that very first night she has always winked and smiled as I excuse myself to go to my room.
The truth is, is that I become very excited when I have to leave to go to bed. My heart races like a train as I climb those stairs and my hand shakes with the need to grasp my cock and squeeze it, even before I am out of sight.
I get to my room, wait a good ten minutes and then I get up and walk back down the corridor, down the stairs and towards the open door.
I hear voices like I always do. It’s dad and Uncle Jim talking about mum. About what a luscious whore she is. A true slut. I don’t think of mum like that at all. I peer around the open door to find dad and Uncle Jim with their backs to me. Both of them are butt-naked and sporting huge erections.
“Put your bottom high in the air, dear?”
Dad’s instructions seem impersonal but mum pushes her bum higher off the edge of the sofa while her chest and head rest on it. Her thighs are slightly apart and Uncle Jim walks up to her and pushes his fingers into her wet and waiting hole. “Fuck, she’s so juicy tonight, Simon.”
I can see quite clearly that his fingers enter her pussy and his thumb is teetering over her anus.
“Which hole do you want, Jim? Cunt or ass?”
I couldn’t believe my dad’s words.
“You choose, Simon, she’s your wife.”
“She’s your brother,” he retorts.
“I’ll take her ass then; you can slide under her and push that cock up her cunt.”
The filthy talk turns me on and I think it turns um on too. I watch Uncle Jim sit on the sofa, tap my mother’s bottom to get her attention and nod his head. “Come on, get your cunt over this.”
Mum raises herself from the sofa and slips over his body. Before her knee is back on the sofa, Uncle Jim’s cock is pushing inside her. There was little to no resistance as he sinks into her cunt. Pulling on her waist he brings her down onto his full length. I watch his cock thrust a few times and I hear my mother moan. I recognise the moan, the deep guttural groan that signifies she is experiencing a huge amount of pleasure.
My hand is already on my cock and with the two men concentrating on pleasuring my mother, I push my head forward a little more. The view of Uncle Jim is partially blocked by dad watching his wife get fucked by her brother.
I tug the skin on my cock. I know I will lose it there tonight watching the three of them. It is nothing like watching a porn movie, this is much, much better.
Mum experiences her first orgasm while riding Uncle Jim’s cock. I would have to admit that it is a very big cock, longer than my dad’s but not as thick. I follow my dad in that respect.
The view gets better when dad walks up to the pair of them. Mum is still rocking her bottom over Uncle Jim’s cock. I became startled and let out a small surprised whimper when I heard a loud crack and a scream come from my mother’s mouth. My eyes opened fully and I watched intently as dad struck her bottom a second time. Mum yelped again. Uncle Jim didn’t stop fucking her, completely ignoring her verbal outbursts.
I watch dad level his cock and point it towards her pussy, he slips it along Uncle Jim’s for a few strokes to gather lubricant before presenting it to her star-shaped opening.
“Fuck yes, push it in there, darling,” mum cries out.
Dad did just that. He pushes and pushes and only sighs loudly when he is balls deep in her ass. Uncle Jim’s cock is in the same state, fully inside.
“I love it when I’m full like this.”
Mum looks over her shoulder at dad. But it wasn’t dad she was looking at, it was me.
I know she could see me at the edge of the door with my cock in my hand, tossing it off while she got fucked by the both of them. Both of us have become a little more open as time goes on. She knows I’m there and she knows what I do too. She accepts it but that’s as far as it goes.
It is such a horny sight and it is a shame that mum can’t watch me spurt. Soon after spotting me, she turns away, both men start to fuck her holes in earnest. One after the other enters her and pulls out part way. Mum is in ecstasy, moaning and groaning that she is cumming, over and over. It is as if she is on a constant orgasmic roller coaster. She yelps once when Uncle Jim twists her nipple as his cock enters her. It only makes her crave more.
I am on edge. I’m tossing myself off by the edge of the door but I desperately want to shove my cock in the only hole mum has left. I want her to suck my cock. Taste it and swallow all this juice that is about to hit the woodwork.
I can hear that both dad and Uncle Jim are nearing the end of their reserve. The constant pounding of their cocks into her silky sheath is taking its toll. It isn’t dad or Uncle Jim that comes first. It is me.
I spurt all over the edge of the doorway. Jism shoots out and plasters the woodwork as jet after jet shoots over it. My knees are buckling under the extreme pleasure of the wank. It is all I can do to keep quiet and not let out a cry.
Dad and Uncle Jim keep pounding until they both shoot their load into mum’s holes.
It isn’t long before dad pulls his cock out to shake off the remnant of spunk on her bottom. Mum then crawls off Uncle Jim with a well-satisfied look on her face, her hair matted with sweat. She glances in my direction just as I am about to make a run for my room. It would be unwise to wait there for either dad or Uncle Jim to spot me. Mum twists her body to fall on the sofa.
I make for the stairs cradling the end of my cock in my hands to avoid drips on the floor.
I hear Uncle Jim and dad make it upstairs and I know by the giggling and slapping of backs that they have enjoyed themselves.
I lay awake in bed with an erection. That wank isn’t enough. My mind is swimming with possibilities for the four of us and yet I know that I will not be part of their equation.
Suddenly the door opens and mum pokes her head around the door.
“You still awake?”
It was such a stupid question considering she witnessed me watching them. I nodded in any case.
“Just wanted to let you know…” mum bit her lip, contemplating whether to continue with her sentence.
“…You tasted wonderful,” she blurted out, closed the door and left.
It tasted wonderful.
What the fuck did that mean? Then it hit me. It is the only explanation. Mum must have sucked and licked the spunk off the doorframe. I started to wonder how many times she had done that. I started to wonder about all those Monday mornings around the breakfast table. All those question-and-answer sessions about how I was feeling, did I get a good night’s sleep, and as an afterthought, my schoolwork.
I didn’t fall asleep for ages that night. I couldn’t.
~~~
Those nights changed my life. Changed my outlook on my parents and Uncle Jim. Mum certainly featured often in my thoughts. I became more eager and hornier the closer it got to Uncle Jim’s visits. By the time the weekend would arrive I would be wanking four times a night thinking about what would happen.
I must have been a little naive but it took us perhaps four of Uncle Jim’s visits before mum, one breakfast, decided she had had enough of the pretence. She just slipped her jeans down her legs and pulled her top over her head. Standing naked on the other side of the breakfast table looking into my eyes. I watched her breasts wobble as she walked. I was still spooning my cornflakes into my open mouth when she unbuttoned my trousers and scooped out my cock. She looked into my eyes, watched me chew on the cornflakes, winked and then sank her mouth over my cock. I wasn’t about to stop her. The previous evening, I must have tossed myself off three times lying in bed thinking of her taking cock and now my mum was blowing me like she did Uncle Jim and dad. Her soft sensuous mouth felt exquisite on my throbbing knob. It must have sighed three times before I spurted into mum’s mouth. She held my cock firm, squeezing it a few times while she sucked and swallowed.
She emptied my balls, stood up and kissed me on the forehead. My hands were shaking. I couldn’t believe what had happened and the only thought I had was to stand up and button my trousers to head off to school.
Mum leaned over the table and spread her legs wide. I watched her as I picked up my school bag. Then she looked at me. “You’re not going to school until you fuck this,” she pointed to her pussy.
I let out a resounding moan. I couldn’t unbutton my trousers fast enough to retrieve my raging hard-on. My mind was blown wide open by her suggestion and lewd behaviour.
“That’s my boy,” she said, “fuck your cock into your mother.”
I couldn’t, didn’t want to resist that temptation. It was top of my bucket list of things to achieve before, well before tomorrow. My cock entered her slick and juicy cunt and I fucked my mother hard.
The room was full of slapping sounds and those of, “yes, yes, yes,” half the words coming from her mouth and half from mine.
It wasn’t long before I shouted that I was cumming.
“Cum in me. Cum in me,” she told me.
At the time, I had no intention of doing anything else other than spurt inside her. If it was good enough for dad and Uncle Jim, it was good enough for me. I pulled her hips towards me, buried my cock in her juicy cunt and spurted my second load for the day. Fuck, it felt so good.
That dirty fuck changed me.
I pulled out of her cunt, wiped my cock on a nearby dishcloth, pulled my trousers up and slapped her ass as hard as I could. “That’s for making me late for school,” I told her.
Picking my bag up, I left the room to the sound of her giggling.
Since that day, I look forward to Uncle Jim’s visits even more. I still creep downstairs to watch them fuck in the spare room, I sometimes leave a deposit on the woodwork for mum to clean up, but it’s afterwards that makes the time that much more special. The following week is one long horny fuck-fest for my mother and me. She gets fucked as soon as dad has left to go to work. Once, I climbed into bed with her and was balls deep in her cunt while his car was still on the driveway. It was risky, he could have returned, but…
