My New Life Ch. 01

While in the throes of passion, we heard dad stir in his chair. Both of our hearts seemed to jump from our chests. Had we been caught? I quickly moved my hands from mom's hips and placed them on the cushions of the love seat and mom rearranged herself to appear to be inspecting my eye.

"So does he have something in there or what, Evelyn?"

"Yeah I think something is in there alright. I think we need to put drops in his eye to help whatever gets out, but I'm going to need some better lighting. Come on baby; let's go to the bathroom so I can have a proper look at that thing."

I grinned and reached down between us to zip up my shorts after mom had moved enough to have my cock fall out of her. She was lucky enough that when she stood up her dress fell into place. She stood there for a second, blocking dad's view of me so that I could straighten up my shorts and shirt and then helped me off the loveseat.

"We'll be back in a minute honey." Mom said to dad as she took my hand and led me to the bathroom down the hall. Dad didn't seem to care one way or the other about what we were doing. As we walked past him, I looked as he tilted his glass to get the last little bit of his drink down.

"Honey when you get done with him, fix me another drink." Dad commanded.

"Sure honey, no problem at all, as soon as I finish tending to our son."

The smile on her face was absolutely priceless. We hurried into the bathroom and closed the door. Mom turned her back to the sink and faced me. I could tell she was not nearly finished with what we had started in the living room.

"God that was hot baby, but we need to hurry."

She kissed me again, practically ravaging my face and mouth as her tongue savagely entered my mouth again. I put my hands on her waist and picked her up, setting her ass on the edge of the bathroom sink. She fumbled with the button on my shorts and they dropped to the ground in a flash. I leaned forward and sank my cock inside her cunt to the hilt and started fucking her with every bit of energy I could muster. I slammed my cock into mom as hard and as fast as I could. I wanted to spread my seed deep inside her waiting womb again. Mom started squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles on every stroke out of her as if she was trying to milk my cock. For someone that hadn't been getting laid much lately, she had unbelievable control over her inner muscles.

We were both starting to sweat from the workout we were giving each other. While we were kissing, we heard dad holler from the living room.

"Are you two done in there yet?"

"Just another minute honey, I'm cumming." Mom replied through the door.

I started grunting as I fucked my cock inside my mom. Harder and harder I thrust of my hips forward, my balls smacked mom's ass on each stroke. Again the old sensation of an approaching orgasm came up my spine. It tingled all the way up till it hit my brain and with one final thrust I buried my cock as far inside mom's cunt as I could and spent my seed. My cock twitched as mom's pussy gripped down hard around it. Her orgasm followed very close behind mine. She quickly locked her lips to mine and practically yelled into my mouth as she came. It was the most intense feeling I had ever had till this moment.

As her orgasm subsided, mom broke our kiss and looked down between us. Seeing my still hard cock all the way inside of her pussy seemed to almost make her cry. I put my hands on both of her cheeks and kissed her lightly and passionately on the lips. Reluctantly I withdrew my cock from mom and pulled up my shorts. She hopped down from the sink, straightened her dress.

"Now, that should help get your head straight for a while. I want to see you hit the books hard tonight. I'll check on you later to see how it's coming along."

She gave me another quick peck on the lips and walked out of the bathroom. I listened as mom went back into the living room.

"What took so long in there?"

"Sorry honey, it took a bit of coaxing to get the drops in the right way. Here you go."

"Thanks, now what is for dinner?"

I looked at myself in the mirror and just smiled. I was absolutely glowing. Imagining the possibilities this new relationship with mom could bring. If life was going to be like this now, I wouldn't have any more problems paying attention in school. I knew right then I would probably never fuck another girl from my school again. Mom was exactly what I wanted. She was mature, she was gorgeous, and she was perfect. But then again, aren't most of our moms?

***** Chapter 3 -- Lessons Learned

The rest of the evening was pretty normal believe it or not. Mom cooked us a great dinner that satisfied all of our appetites. Well maybe not all of our appetites, but stopped our hunger pangs anyways. After dinner dad went to his study and closed the door so as not to be disturbed. This was almost a nightly ritual. Needless to say, my father hasn't been much for family interaction lately. I helped mom with cleaning up after dinner and went to get my books from the living room so I really could study for school. Sex, Taboo and all that, but if I didn't concentrate on my school work, my future would suffer.

I told mom I was going to my room to study for a bit. She told me good luck and she would check in on me later to see if I needed "a hand again." I laughed and head of to my room. I heard mom finish putting the dishes in the dishwasher and then the back patio door opened and shut. She must have gone outside for her evening smoke. This was her nightly ritual. Dad has his computer work, mom usually made a drink and went outside to read and smoke since dad didn't like her smoking in the house. She didn't smoke a lot; maybe four cigarettes a day at most, unless she was really stressing or had drank a lot that night. So we all seemed to go to our little corners to do what we do.

I turned on my computer and started hitting the books. It took me a while but I had finally managed to figure out some equations that had been giving me hell. After I figured out what I was doing wrong, I practically blew through my homework in just under an hour. So I put down my book and decided to go take my nightly swim. This was my ritual.

When I was 15, I asked dad for a swimming pool at our house so that I wouldn't have to wait till we went to Grandma's house to use her pool. After mom went to work on him for a few weeks he finally agreed and had one put in. He made damn sure that I knew it was my responsibility to keep it clean and treated. I had no problem with that. And my secondary main stress reliever was going for a nightly swim. I think we all know what the primary stress reliever is.

So I threw on some swim trunks, grabbed my towel and went outside. Mom was sitting in her patio chair relaxing with her rum and coke. Usually she had a book out reading it, but tonight she was just sitting there staring off at the sunset, of which we just happen to have a pretty good view from our backyard. I put my towel down on my lounger and dove into the pool. I usually do between 20 and 40 laps back and forth in the pool then lie around drying off. Tonight I didn't seem to need as much of a work out. I swam about 6 laps then jumped out of the pool. I grabbed my towel, wrapped it around my waist and shucked off my trunks as per habit. I went to join mom under the large umbrella table we have on our deck and sat across from her. Mom watched me as I walked towards her. She just smiled and took a sip of her drink. I couldn't help but get this shit eating grin on my face from ear to ear. I looked back at mom and just watched how the light from the setting sun shown across her face. What a beautiful smile she has.

She opened her pack and took out another cigarette to light. I watched her every move as she did this. She saw my attention and quite bluntly asked if I wanted one. I was shocked, because I didn't know that mom had found out that I too smoked once in a while. I accepted the cigarette from her and quickly grabbed her lighter off the table to light her cigarette and then mine. I took a drag from mine and exhaled.

"So how long have you known I've been smoking?"

"About two months now. I found your "stash" by accident while looking for some blank DVDs."

"I guess I'll have to learn to be more creative about hiding things in the future."

"Yeah you might." She winked. After a brief pause she ask, "So how long have you been smoking weed?"

I felt a lump in my throat. But then I guess if she found my cigarettes then she was bound to find my weed as well, since they were right next to each other in the drawer.

"Well I guess it was right after I turned 18. I found dad's "stash" in his study when I was trying to find some paper for my printer. He's another one that needs to be more creative about his hiding things."

"Yeah, you could say that again," mom replied looking down at her drink.

"What's the matter mom?"

"Well I learned something last week about your dad. It's nothing for you to get too worried over. Just husband and wife stuff."

"OK... well speaking of husband and wife stuff..."

"Yeah I guess we really do need to talk about everything that's happened don't we."

I shook my head in agreement as I took another drag.

"Tell you what kiddo, you go get your stash, I'm going to go make another drink and we'll meet back out here in a few minutes and talk, ok?"

I took another drag and put out my cigarette in the ashtray mom had and went inside to my room. She stayed out there for a minute to finish both her current drink and her cigarette. It was weird walking through the house because it was almost too quiet. I walked into the main hallway at the front of the house where dad's study is located. His study has a door on it and small glass windows on both sides of it. I quickly looked in through on the windows and saw the glow of the monitor on dad's face. The room was smoky behind him. The look on dad's face was one of hard concentration. He was almost doubled over in his chair looking closely at the monitor before him. I didn't want him to think I was spying on him too much so I quickly left the hallway and went to my room.

I kept my stash of weed and smokes in a tin in the top right hand drawer of my computer desk. I know, like I said earlier, not a very creative hiding place. But then again, how would mom find this when she would looking for laundry. She must have been on my computer and started snooping through the desk. Well if that's the case then she probably found my porn collection on the computer as well as the dildo and lube I had hidden in the back of the bottom right drawer. Oh well. With everything the two of us had been through together today, I seriously doubt she was too worried about that stuff now. I grabbed my tin and headed back through the house to join mom back outside on the deck.

When I got outside, mom had already gone back in and fixed herself another rum and coke. I sat down in my seat and put my hands on the tin. Mom just stared at me intently with her eyebrows raised like she was saying, "Well, are you going to fire up one of those or what?" I opened the tin and took out one of my already rolled joints. Mom snatched it away from me to smell it.

"I know your father smokes this when he's in his study. But I haven't smoked any in ages. This stuff tends to make me all... tingly. You know?"

"That's half of the point of it isn't it?"

"Well your father claims he smokes it to relax so he can go to sleep." She said rather sarcastically.

"I smoke it to relax but I like how it makes me all tingly all over as well. Some of the best sex I've ever had was when I was high, well until today I guess." I smiled up at her.

She smiled back and stuck the joint between her lips. Igniting her lighter, she lit the joint and took a deep drag from it. She started coughing almost instantly. I couldn't help but laugh at the expressions she was making. But she went back to it and took yet another drag from the joint before passing it to me.

"Wow, I think my lungs have forgotten what that stuff is like. This shit tastes really good. Did you get this from your dad's private stash?" then she exhaled.

I took a hit from the joint and held the smoke in my lungs as I answered back at her, "No, I got this from Aunt Teri of all people." I exhaled and handed the joint back to mom.

"Damn that girl. She's going to pervert my son in any way possible isn't she? I'm already getting that tingly feeling in my toes and feet. But I remember now why I haven't smoked it in so long." She took another drag from the joint. My head was starting to swim a little already as well. But mom had just thrown out this comment like she was waiting for me to ask about it. And who was I not to beckon to her wants and desires?

"And what reason would that be, mother?" I asked her coyly.

I took the joint back from her and took another hit. The smoke we had been exhaling was wafting around us and the security light for the back patio. In the state of mind I was acheiving, mom's appearance became even more striking as the light caught the smoke dancing around her. I watched with great interest as mom took the marijuana cigarette and brought it to her now very pouty red lips. I can only assume that the weed was starting to have an affect on my senses as everything grabbed my attention more than it had only moments ago. I watched as she inhaled how her chest would expand. Her nipples had hardened and were poking through the material. The way the muscles in her neck tightened as she leaned her head back. The way the spiral of smoke coming from the cherry of the joint went around her head. I could feel the pressure on my eyes as I always did when I was high. But there was something almost erotic when mom took her lips from the joint with her mouth still open in a near perfect O shape while keeping the smoke in her mouth. My cock was already starting to wake up.

She exhaled the smoke, took another quick hit and passed it back to me. By now the joint was almost to the point of needing to put it in a clip or put it out. I quickly took one last hit on it and put it in the resting spot of the ashtray. My head was swimming with delight and wonder. Sure I had been high before. I've even been high with friends and more importantly girls that I later on fucked. But now I was sitting here on the back patio deck of our house in the near dark with my mom who had just got high with me. There was something very arousing about the situation.

Mom quickly took out another cigarette from her pack and lit it. I'm sure it was to create a smell to help cover up the ever present weed smell before the wind carried it away. She did so because we saw the kitchen light come on and we knew that the only person it could be was dad. He had finished doing whatever in his study and was looking for something to snack on real quick before he went to their bedroom and passed out for the night. Mom took another puff from her cigarette then reached in her purse that was hung on the back of her chair, pulled out her small bottle of perfume, sprayed some into the air above her, then stood up, and went inside to check on dad. I watched through the windows as she talked to him about something real quick. He had gotten a fruit pop from the freezer and was busy sucking on it while she spoke. I never saw his eyes look up at hers the entire time. She turned around and started back toward the door as dad turned around, turned off the kitchen light and walked down the hall to their bedroom. Mom started to open the back patio door but stopped and turned off the patio light. I would be better this way since the bugs wouldn't be bothering us.

"Well, your father is going to bed now. At least we won't be disturbed for the rest of the night." She said as she sat down again in her chair.

"Good. So I guess this is when we should talk then."

"Yeah... lets see, where to begin." She sat there for a minute contemplating her thoughts. "Well I guess I might as well just come out with it then. I'm sure it's been more than apparent that your father and I are not in as happy of a marriage as we once were."

"I've known that for a while now. May I ask what the problem is?"

"Well lets just say that you father has his attention elsewhere. Oh who am I kidding? He's always had his attention elsewhere. I just never said anything because I wanted what was best for you. And I knew that if I were to take you away from your father and his mother that I probably wouldn't have been able to give you the attention and things that you have now. You see your father has been seeing someone else."

My jaw nearly hit the ground. "You know about this and you tolerate it? And you know who it is?"

"Of course I do. I have for the past 19 years."

"Ok, you have to explain a little more mom. Who is it?"

"Well let's just say, like father like son."

It dawned on me what she was saying. My father had been fucking Grandma. My heart was pounding at the realizations that were going on in my very distorted and hazy mind. Dad was always going over to Grandma's to do his "Manly Chores" as Grandma would put it. Jesus it was all starting to make since now. And then it got me thinking, is the urge to couple with one's parent something we inherit? I mean I had my fascination with my mother. And here I find out that my father was in the same boat as me. We were both motherfuckers for real! "Wait, for 19 years? Dad and Grandma have been fucking for that long now?"

"Actually a it's been a while longer than that. Ever wonder why your Aunt Teri is only a year older than you? Your grandfather died a little over two years before you were born."

"OK, HOLD THE FUCKIN' PHONE! You're telling me that not only has dad been fucking Grandma but that Aunt Teri is actually dad's daughter AND his sister?" I was stunned. And then it hit me, "So I guess that makes her my half-sister as well as my Aunt. This really is some Jerry Springer kind of shit, mom!"

She started laughing uncontrollable. I followed suit while my eyes were still the size of saucers. It was a lot to absorb and especially being high. The thought of dad getting it on with Grandma... I mean she wasn't old and wrinkly or anything. She really wasn't even that old for a grandmother. She had dad when she was 16. For a 54 year old woman she took damn good care of herself as well. I always thought she was pretty but not nearly as pretty as my mom. And now thinking about Teri, no wonder everyone was always making the remark that we could almost pass for brother and sister, because we were. Damn, not only have I fucked my mom, but I've fucked my sister as well.

"That's only half of it baby. Not only is he fucking your grandmother. But I recently found out you father is also fucking Teri now, too."

I don't know what it was about hearing that but it put me over the edge. I was suddenly overcome with all these different emotions. Should I be mad at dad for cheating on mom? Should I be mad at Teri because she wouldn't fuck me, but she as fucking our father? But then again I now had mom to fuck and she was ten times the woman Teri was.

"Yeah, I know it's a lot to take in. I was shocked at first when I found out about Teri, too."

"You weren't shocked about Grandma?"

"No not really. I don't know why, really, but it just kind of made since at the time. When your grandfather died, your father and I had only been dating for a little while in High School. It really hit the two of them hard. I had met your grandfather a few times and he was a really nice and gentle person, to me at least. You dad would break off dates with me to "care" for his mother when she was really down. I thought it was really sweet of him to do that. It was actually part of the reason I fell in love with him in the first place. My mother had always told me to watch how the men in my life treat their mothers. Because that is how they will treat you. And for the most part I guess she was right."