Family First Ch. 11

"Are you going to tell that to them, too?" he asked, hoping the resentment in his voice didn't show through too strongly. "Because I know it wouldn't be right to leave them out of all of this, but honestly, it's been nice not having them around to put me down all the time. The two of you can do what you want, obviously, but I honestly don't know if I have any interest in having sex with either of them, even if they did want to."

"No one has to do anything they don't want to, and that includes you," Mary said, reaching across the table to place her hand over his. She didn't regret her reaction to his comment, but at the same time, the genuine hurt and anger in his voice was impossible for her to ignore. "And yes, I will tell them that they need to make a bigger effort to be nice. All your father and I are saying is that it's long past time that the three of you found a way to get along, and if this isn't the perfect opportunity, I don't know what is. I don't know how your sisters will react to any of this, but if they do decide to join in, you're going to find yourself in situations where you're going to be together in some potentially awkward situations, regardless of whether the three of you decide to start having sex."

"And if you don't," she added with a wry smile, "Then I guess that's just more time that I get to keep you all to myself. After all, I'm guessing the two of them are going to keep your father pretty busy."

Danny couldn't help but smile at the thought of spending the rest of his summer sharing a bed with his sexy Mom. For the first time, he started to realize that having his sisters around to take up his father's time might actually work to his benefit. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that the only way his sisters could bother him would be if he let them. He was already living every teenage boy's fantasy, and there really wasn't anything Abby or Emily could do to take that away from him.

"Thanks, Mom," he said, a stir of excitement hitting his loins as he imagined all the things he'd like to do to her. As he stared into her wide, hazel eyes, memories of that kiss started drifting back into his mind, and blood started rushing to his cock. "I'll do my best to get along with them."

"That's all we're asking, son," Tim said.

Feeling emboldened by his mom's words, Danny, still staring directly at his mom, said, "How would you feel about getting a head start on some of that private time you mentioned?"

Mary smiled back at him in that excited, nervous way that Danny found so sexy, but also so endearing. Turning to her husband, she said, "Is that okay with you, honey?"

Danny thought there was something so weirdly sexy about her asking his dad for permission to take him upstairs and let him fuck her brains out. All of his hopes came crashing down, though, when Tim turned to face him and said the words that every teenager dreads:

"Have you finished all of your homework?"

"Well, I... uh..."

Before he had a chance to explain himself, Mary said, "Go downstairs, and finish whatever you need to do, then come up and get me. I'll be waiting for you."

Danny let out an exasperated sigh, but he didn't complain. "Okay, I'll be done soon," he said as he pushed himself out of his chair and planted a loving peck on her lips.

He was almost out of the kitchen when his father called to him. "Don't forget to put away your dishes. We didn't raise you in a circus."

Turning back around, he rushed to grab his plate and silverware, taking note of the way his mom's eyes fell to his half-erect cock as it bobbed up and down with his movements. Moving quickly but carefully, he rinsed them off and placed them in the dishwasher. Before leaving yet again, he turned to his father and said, "I may not have been raised in a circus, but I'm pretty sure we live in one, now." Before either of them had a chance to respond, he was gone.

"I don't think I've ever seen a kid more excited to do his schoolwork," Tim said, laughing warmly at his son's excitement.

"I know," Mary replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "If we'd only thought of this motivational strategy when the twins were still at home. Now, what do you say you help me get warmed up before our handsome son comes and sweeps me off my feet."

"I'd love to."

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His parents were only half right. Using sex as a reward for completing schoolwork was one hell of a motivator, but it was a serious distraction, too.

As usual, it was calculus that gave him the most trouble. It wasn't that he couldn't do the work. It just seemed like every problem took him forever to complete. Normally, he was able to close out the rest of the world and focus, but knowing that his mom was upstairs waiting for him to fuck her made that nearly impossible. After nearly an hour, he was still barely half finished with his practice problems, so he decided to do the same thing he always did when he ran into trouble with his math homework: call Christina.

Just as he reached for his phone, it started buzzing in his hand, surprising him enough that he nearly dropped it. A quick laugh escaped his lips as he assumed she'd had the same idea at the same time, seeing it as further confirmation of their close bond. That smile quickly faded, though, when he saw that it wasn't Christina who was calling him, but Olivia.

He stared at the screen for several long moments as he tried to decide what to do. He had no idea why she would be calling and briefly debated letting it go to voicemail. After the emotionally fraught conversation he'd had with his cousin earlier that afternoon, the last thing he wanted to do was make things more complicated. At the same time, he had promised Christina that he'd make an effort to be friends with the new girl.

After the fifth ring, he finally picked up.

"Hello?"

"Oh... um, Danny?" Olivia asked, somehow managing to sound just as surprised by the call as he was.

"Hey, Olivia. What's up?" he asked, doing his best impression of someone who was much more calm and self-assured than he actually felt.

"Oh! Hey!"

There was a long, painfully awkward silence, and if she hadn't asked for him by name, Danny might have thought she'd dialed the wrong number. After a few more seconds, Olivia seemed to remember that she was the one who initiated the call.

"Sorry," she said. "I wanted to ask you something, but it's kind of embarrassing, and now I'm not even sure I should have called at all because you're probably just going to think I'm even weirder and more awkward than you already do, but I —"

"— Whoa Whoa slow down," Danny said, surprising himself once again with his calm and even tone. Somehow, her unmistakable nervousness made him feel more confident. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. Just take a deep breath and tell me what's on your mind."

"Alright," she replied.

He listened intently as she followed his instructions, sucking in a deep lungful of air and letting it out in a protracted sigh. He could practically feel the heat of her blush over the phone line, and he couldn't help but picture how cute she must look when she was embarrassed. A flash of guilt immediately followed as he remembered his promise to Christina.

When she finally started speaking again, Danny could still hear the embarrassment in her voice, but she seemed at least a little bit more composed. "So, I called because I had a long talk with Christina today, and I was wondering if she told you anything about it... about me..."

"She did..." he replied, letting the words hang in the air for a moment as he tried to figure out exactly how much was safe to reveal. He assumed the misunderstanding about Brett was fair game, but he doubted she'd be very happy to learn that Christina had spilled the beans about her feelings for him.

Or would she?

Ultimately, he decided to play it safe. "She told me about you and Brett... or rather that there is no 'you and Brett.'"

Olivia let out an audible sigh of relief. "I still can't believe you two really thought I would actually go out with that shit head."

"Me either," he replied. "And I'm sorry for giving you the brush-off about helping me study for Spanish. I just thought that, well... I don't actually know what I was thinking to be honest...."

This was true, of course, but not in the way that he knew Olivia would take it.

"It's fine. I get it," she replied, her voice carrying an unmistakable note of disappointment. "I wanted to apologize, too. I know I got off on the wrong foot with Christina, and I'm sorry if I made things weird between you two."

"Are you serious?" Danny asked. "You really have nothing to apologize for. Christina just gets kind of defensive sometimes. Even if you had been dating Brett, it shouldn't have mattered. If anything she should be apologizing to you."

"Oh, she did," Olivia replied. "I just know that you two are really... um... close."

There was something about the way she was choosing her words with such obvious care that made the hair on the back of Danny's neck bristle.

"And — anyway. I've just really enjoyed getting to know both of you, and it would suck if we couldn't be friends over some embarrassing misunderstanding."

"I feel the same way, and I know Christina does, too," he replied. "You're coming over to her place study tomorrow, right?"

"Yep. We have an English project we need to finish up," she said, sounding more than a little relieved that the conversation had moved into less awkward territory. "She said you might be able to give us a hand."

"Sounds fun!" he said, "Or... not fun, exactly, but yeah, I'd be glad to help."

Olivia giggled. "I know what you mean. Anyways, I should get going. See you tomorrow, Danny."

"See ya," he replied, hesitating for a moment before finally ending the call.

He sat at his desk for a long time, staring blankly into space as he tried to process what felt like one of the strangest phone calls of his life. His mind instantly flashed back to his conversation with Christina earlier that afternoon — how she'd insisted that Olivia wasn't being totally honest with her. He'd dismissed the idea at the time, accusing her of being paranoid, but now he felt certain that her instincts had been correct.

Something just didn't add up, and the more he thought about it, the more confused he got. If Olivia really did have a crush on him, then why was she suddenly so gung-ho about being friends? And why was she so ridiculously apologetic? The two of them had jumped to conclusions and shunned her based on sketchy rumors. If their positions had been reversed, Danny sure as hell wouldn't be calling her up and asking to be forgiven for the crime of being misunderstood.

His train of thought was broken by the sound of laughter coming from upstairs followed closely by a low, guttural moan, which reminded him why he was downstairs doing his homework in the first place. His cock began to harden as he imagined what his parents were doing up there without him. As much he wanted to know what Olivia Foster was hiding, his arousal at the thought of fucking his sexy mother was stronger. And so, he turned his attention back to his homework.

As he worked through each of his practice problems in turn, he did his best to mentally block out the sounds of the sofa sliding rhythmically across the floor above him and his mom belting out squeals of joy as his dad fucked the shit out of her. It was a nearly herculean task, but he somehow managed to get through all of them. Whether he actually got any of them right was another matter entirely.

He knew he should go over his work one last time to check for mistakes, but he just couldn't wait any longer, and besides, Christina could always look over it for him at lunch tomorrow. At that moment, all he could think about was how badly he wanted to enjoy the pleasures that his mom's warm, loving body could provide.

His heart racing with excitement, he crammed his papers back into his backpack and bounded out of his room and up the stairs, grinning as he heard his mom's cries of pleasure grow louder and louder. He moved with such rambunctious haste that he nearly slipped on the tile floor of the kitchen — barely managing himself as he turned the corner into the living room.

The sight that greeted him was more or less what he'd expected, but that didn't make it any less shocking.

His mom was perched on the sofa, standing in spread knees and offering her hindquarters to Danny's father and enthusiastically humping herself back against him as he slammed into her with quick, forceful thrusts. Her cheeks were flushed a deep shade of crimson, and her mouth hung open in a lazy smile as she let out a seemingly endless series of throaty, desperate moans.

What really caught Danny's attention, though, wasn't his mom's face, but her large, pillowy breasts. In her current position, the back cushion of the sofa provided a perfect shelf for displaying her magnificent tits in all of their glory. Any hint of sag or stretch marks disappeared, leaving two perfectly round orbs of pink flesh, topped with a pair of dark, engorged nipples that pointed straight back at him, practically begging to be stimulated.

Even in their stationary position, her soft boobs still managed to jiggle and sway every time Tim bottomed out inside of her. The effect was utterly hypnotizing, and Danny couldn't help but wrap his fist around his cock and give it a few strokes while imagining how nice it would feel to bury his cock between her motherly tits.

Mary and Tim seemed so lost in their love-making that Danny wasn't sure whether either of them had even noticed he was there. It wasn't until his dad said, "I think we have a visitor," that Mary finally lifted her gaze in Danny's direction.

Her expression was hazy and unfocused at first, but a spark of recognition flashed in her eyes when she caught sight of her son's naked and aroused manhood.

"Oh, God! Danny... I — Nghhhh!"

Before she could finish whatever she had planned to say, her eyes rolled back in her head and another loud moan escaped her lips — much louder than the one before.

Danny loved watching his mom cum. It was strangely exhilarating to watch someone who was usually so straight-laced and reserved really let loose and give herself over to her most primal inner desires. And the fact that his presence was the apparent cause of her orgasm made his own dick swell and twitch with a mixture of excitement and pride.

Mary let out a series of strangled cries as her legs and ass seemed to start move without any conscious thought on her part, rolling back and forth in deliberate, languid movements. Every time Tim's cock plunged into the back wall of her pulsating cunt, her hips gave an extra little wiggle, grinding his shaft into the most sensitive part of her insides and instinctively coaxing out a load of his potent spunk.

As Mary bucked and squirmed beneath him, Tim started fucking into her with desperate intensity, snorting and growling like a wild animal as he worked himself right up to the edge of a powerful orgasm of his own. Just as Mary's orgasm started to subside, he let out a loud groan and buried himself to the hilt in her dripping hole, taking a tight hold of her hips to hold himself in place.

"Ohhhh... Tiiimmmm..." Mary sighed as her husband pumped shot after shot of hot cum into her.

Danny watched, spellbound, as his mom moaned and writhed beneath his father's imposing figure. Tim bore down on her hard, burying his face in her hair as a series of rhythmic grunts emanated from deep within his lungs. His hips slammed into her with deep, penetrating thrusts as he sprayed her insides with his thick, creamy spunk.

When the moment finally passed, the two of them lay there panting heavily before Tim finally rolled away from her and collapsed back into the chair, facing away from his son as he caught his breath. Mary stayed where she was, leaning over the couch cushions, her back arching like an alley cat in heat as visible drops of sweat flowed down her chest, making her breasts glisten as they rose and fell with her deep breathing. Her hair was disheveled and hung in her face, partially obscuring her expression from Danny's view.

Unable to resist for a moment longer, Danny stepped forward and gently took his mom's chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifted his mother's gaze up to meet him. His cock lurched as he saw the cum-drunk expression on his her face. She smiled vacantly up at him, and for a moment, Danny wasn't sure she even knew who he was. It didn't take long, though, before her vision started to regain focus, and an excited twinkle of recognition flashed in her eyes.

"Oh, Danny..." she mumbled.

Before she had the chance to say anything more, he leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against her own. Mary's lips parted and her wet tongue snaked outward, teasing her son's lips before finally pushing into his mouth. Her movements were lazy and sensual, but Danny was far more insistent. His tongue pushed back against her, filling her mouth with its thick, wet bulk. He moaned as her flavor hit his taste buds and the scent of her pungent sweat filled his nostrils. There was nothing in the world he wanted more than to taste her and smell her and feel her soft lips gliding wetly against his own. He wanted to consume her and be consumed by her all at the same time.

Blood surged in his ears as sensation after delicious sensation threatened to overwhelm him. His natural instincts told him to take her in his arms. He needed to feel her embrace — to feel her heartbeat next to his own as her breasts flattened against his chest, but her position on the couch made that impossible.

Finally, with a frustrated groan, he pulled away from her, their lips parting with a wet, smacking sound. "I need you, Mom," Danny said, his voice thick with desperation. "I need you so fucking bad."

Mary's eyes locked with his, and Danny saw his own desperate excitement reflected right back at him through her eyes. "I need you too, baby," she moaned. "Let's go upstairs."

All Danny could do was nod as Mary rose from the couch, displaying the fullness of her nudity to his excited gaze. His eyes sparkled with lust as they traveled from her red, swollen lips, down to her large, hanging breasts and her round, motherly belly. Finally, his gaze fell to the jungle of dark curls at the apex of her thighs. Her feminine pelt was matted with a mixture of her husband's cum and her own copious lubrication. Danny's breath caught in his throat as he watched the lips of his mom's vulva part as a thick dollop of his father's semen slid out of her and started running down her thigh, leaving a shiny wet trail in its wake.

"Have fun, you two," Tim said. Having somewhat recovered from his exertions, he sat sideways in the recliner, watching with calm amusement as his wife prepared to take their son to bed.

Mary and Danny both jerked in surprise as twin blushes spread across their cheeks. They'd both been so lost in their feelings for each other that they'd completely forgotten that Tim was even there.

"Thanks..." Mary replied, still somewhat dazed from the passionate kiss she'd just shared with her son. With a quick shake of her head, she turned her attention more fully to him. "Will you be able to find something to keep yourself entertained while we're gone?"

"Don't worry about me," he said with a confident smile. "I'll take care of clean up down here, then I'll probably drink a beer and catch the last few innings of the ball game. You two enjoy yourselves."

Danny's heart leapt. He hadn't had the opportunity to be alone with his mom since the first night they made love, and even then, his dad had been secretly watching from the hallway. The realization that he would have his curvaceous mother all to himself for the evening made his already hard cock twitch in excited anticipation.