Air Vents and Incest

Air vents and incest

He normally ran at a consistent body temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, but his dad always ran either abnormally hot during summer or cold during winter, so the thermostat was always being altered to suit his father. He therefore almost always had his air vent closed in his bedroom, he preferred the use of a small fan or blanket instead of the strange smells that would bother him during the night that the reverse cycle system would let off.

However, this summer was unusually hot, temperatures were in the 40's and had been for over a week now and the air was so dry that breathing became a constant struggle for everyone especially at night.

Soccer training was still on after school but today due to the heat, they held it in the gymnasium so that no one would overheat or get sunburnt. Although it was still unbearably hot, the coach was kind enough to go easy on the team and only did some light drills as to not cause any harm. It did not stop any of the boys looking like they had been dipped in a bucket of water and left out to dry, it was like a boiler room filled with teenage sweat and the smell of pheromones.

After training he still had to catch a bus home as his parents were both at work until 7pm usually and not home until much later. He had learned to fend for himself in the evenings, cooking his own dinner, putting his washing in the clothes washer and doing his homework, it was a lot to juggle for a 18 year old, but being an only child in a house that was run by workaholics it was just what he knew had to be done.

The bus was hotter than the gymnasium, the aircon was only barely working and the driver asked that no one opened any of the windows to allow the aircon to do its best job despite the fact that it obviously was doing sweet fuck all.

He sat at the back and pulled out his phone, to his surprise he had a text from his crush at school asking if he was going to a party that was being held at another students house on Friday as their parents were going out of town. Knowing that he had an important soccer match on Saturday morning and a party was a terrible idea, he could not help but want to see her outside of school and try to finally make his move. He responded with a not so subtle "I'll go if you are going!?". He was a teenager after all, awkward, shy and not good at talking to girls.

His phone was quiet for a few blocks and he would look at his phone in anticipation every couple of seconds waiting for her response, by this stage a lump started to form in his throat and he wondered whether the text he sent had scared her and if he should start the damage control of sending more texts to kill the awkward.

Then he felt his phone vibrate, it was in his pocket next to his groin, the vibration sent a tingle through his whole body and the excitement was so uncontainable that he almost dropped his phone trying to take it out of his pocket.

When he unlocked his phone, it was a message, but was from his best friend Matt; "Hey dude, I hear Clara is so in to you and wants to pash you Friday night at Sarah's party, don't fuck it up!"

Trying not to blush on the bus, he could not help but smile a little and a warm feeling went through his whole body. This made him terribly excited but also worried as Clara had not responded to his text yet and he was worried that he had already fucked things up.

The bus finally reached his stop and he pressed the button for the driver to let him off, he fell down the steps of the bus as he was clinging to his phone and his eyes were watching his screen instead of where he was going. Stumbling on the sidewalk, he readjusted his shorts and his backpack and continued his walk home which was still a couple blocks away. He tucked his phone back in his pocket and pulled out his drink bottle instead.

Suckling on the tip of his drink bottle water was falling down his chin and on to his T-shirt which was already covered in sweat and he was aching to get home and strip down to his boxers and plant himself in front of his Xbox. It was too hot to cook anything or do his chores, so he decided some down time would help him be more productive later.

As he was walking his phone buzzed a few times, the vibration was making him a little horny as it was close to his groin and he thought that every time his phone went off it would be Clara, but it was just a couple advertising texts from a game he plays while in class to distract himself from the actual work and an email outlining the fixtures for his soccer team this term.

The more he walked the more he thought about Clara and how Friday may pan out, will they pash? Will it be more? Kinky things can happen at these parties after all and he had never had sex with a girl before. The thought excited him so much that he decided that his Xbox could also wait when he got home, if you know what I mean?

He finally got to his house and started walking up the driveway, he noticed that the aircon was already on and he figured his parents had just set the timer so that the house would be cool when he got home from school. As he walked through the front door his threw his backpack on to the floor and almost instantly started stripping off his sweaty soccer training gear, he stank but he also didn't care, a shower could wait, he was too aroused by the imaginings of Clara and him this coming Friday.

When he got to his bedroom, he noticed it was still hot in his bedroom and he must have closed his aircon vent. His dick was already hard thinking about masturbating, but it was still too hot and he didn't want it to be an uncomfortable experience, so he moved aside all the clothes on his floor and opened up the air vent.

His parents' room was next to his and on the other side was a media room where all their gaming computers and home theatre was. The vent was on the side where his parents' room was as the media room vent adjoined with the kitchen.

He was excited to have a play with his now rather large cock and he went to go sit on his bed to make himself comfortable. Thinking of Clara, he decided to open her Facebook page up and look at a photo of her while he had a play.

Stoking his hard cock, he started thinking about fucking Clara and what sex with a girl would be like and then he started hearing voices coming through his air vent. This confused him because he thought he was home alone. He could hear a woman saying, "That's it baby, fuck me harder" and "Grab my breast as you kiss me", "that's it baby, you know how to do Mumma right!"

He was startled by the words but looking at Clara's photo again and again he just became harder and hornier. His mum must have come home from work early and neither of them had realised. It was too hot for him to be mucking about in the kitchen and do his washing, so he just went straight to his room, maybe she did not hear him come home.

"Who is she with?" he wondered as he could only hear her voice and was sure his Dad would not give up work to come home early.

Again he heard her yell out, "C'mon baby, you know how Mumma likes it, tease me with it then stick it in as hard as you can, make me cum with you, return the milk I once gave you as a child in the form of your cum all over my tits."

He started pumping his hand even harder on his cock now full on immersed by the picture of Clara and his mother yelling out kinky statements. It did not bother him that it was his mother in the other room and that he was jacking off to her kinky words, there was a wall in between them, she had no idea and all he could really look at and think about was Clara's photo, her lips, her breasts and how soft her skin must feel under her school uniform and bra.

Hearing his mother moan only made him pull on his cock faster and faster and he was trying so hard to swallow his groans and be as quiet as possible. They were both so close to orgasming he could sense it in the air and hoped they would at the same time so her screams could drown out whatever noise would come out of his mouth.

"That's it baby, fuck Mumma as hard as you can, I'm so close can you feel it? Cum all over me, in me, I don't care lets just do it together." She started yelling, her voice getting louder as she was getting closer to the end.

He closed his eyes and knew his dick was about to burst all over the place and he heard her start to yell with an orgasmic tone and as she did, he started to also. His groan matched hers and the echoes in the walls of their house sounded like the house was about to shake to the ground.

As they both finished the most explosive orgasm they had both ever had he heard her go quiet and then heard "SHIT!" come from her mouth and her quickly gathering her clothes up off the floor and then she said "Who's there?" she must have heard him also.

He hid behind his bed hoping she would never EVER find him, but then she opened his bedroom door, she knew he was there because he left his phone on the bed, opened up to Clara's photo. He heard her pick up his phone, surely, she could also see the wet patch on his bed. Then he heard her turn to walk away, she was quiet and said nothing.

Soon enough he slid out from behind his bed, absolutely petrified of what they both knew and did. He turned on his Xbox and hid out in his room until he felt safe enough to emerge. He heard his dad come home from work a little later and then his mum's voice from the hallway, "Sam honey dinner is ready are you hungry? I made your favourite, lasagne and hot chips."

Knowing he had to face the music sooner or later he got up to go sit at the dinner table with his mother and father. She looked at him, he looked at her, they both just ate dinner that night while his dad attempted to make small talk with them both. It was to say the least, the most awkward dinner party in history.