The Family Fortune Ch. 01

My mother has two serious weaknesses. She has NO tolerance for alcohol and she HATES being in the house alone. She also has a sex drive like a nuclear power plant but I don't consider that a weakness, that's a strength.

I'm Gene, I'm 22 now, just out of college, working and gong to grad school in my old college town. Well, let me take a step back and give you the rundown on my family. It won't take long and then I promise to get to the part where I explain why, on a lovely Monday morning I'm stepping out of my parent's house, leaving my mom naked and full of my cum.

I'm the oldest of three siblings. Sarah is next down the line, she's two years younger than me and then Rebecca, Pixie we call her because she's so small, is two years younger than Sarah. Dad is Robert and mom is Miranda. I'm built like dad, tall 6'3" and a lean 210. We were both football stars in high school and college. Mom is a beauty. She's 5'10" and no, she wasn't a cheerleader, she was too busy pulling a 3.89 GPA but she has a fantastic shape with long legs, C cup breasts and a huge mane of honey blonde hair that frames a perfect face with a set of bottomless blue eyes. They kinda grew up together, attended the same boarding school, went to the same college, got married, had three kids, prospered etc. We all had a perfect upbringing and it was all so normal. Well, until I was 18. That's when I discovered the first of my mother's weaknesses and her strength.

I was a senior in High School. Well I didn't go to high school I went to boarding school, all three of us did. Dad was quite successful and public school was not on the list. I was due home the next day but my roommate's family came up early. So, there I was watching TV in the den at one in the morning. The parents were out at a party and it looked like Pixie was at a sleepover. Sarah, like me wasn't supposed to be home till tomorrow.

I heard the front door open and muted the TV as I rose to meet them. When I heard mom I froze. Her speech was slightly slurred. I'd been to enough parties to know, mom was drunk and horny. I moved to the door, the deep pile carpet muffling my movement. There was one light on in the hall. I quickly killed the TV to darken the room and not disclose my presence. What I was hearing was so out of the mainstream for my mom I had to hear more. I knew I was prying, I was not supposed to hear what she was saying but it was shocking coming from my button down text-book mom.

"I'm fucking horny Bob. Fuck me, right here, I can't wait."

I heard dad laugh. I guess he knew this act.

"You're drunk babe. That's why you can't drink, you get too fucking horny."

I heard rustling. I peeked around the doorway. I was in total darkness. Mom and dad were in the hallway. They were kissing, hard and passionately. Mom had one arm around dad and the other was massaging the front of his pants. Let me remind you this was like watching a movie featuring people that 'look like' my parents, this was not anything I had any idea happened. Dad had one hand around mom on her ass and the other was fondling one of her tits through her dress. I'd be lying if I told you I wasn't getting a boner. It felt weird to be turned on by this but I couldn't stop looking. Mom broke the kiss.

"You're so fucking hard. I need a good fuck, right now."

I watched as my mother dropped to her knees and began fumbling with dad's pants. The hall light was right over them. It was like it was a movie scene, with perfect lighting. I couldn't leave. Dad was just standing and smiling, letting my wonderful mom unbuckle his belt, pull down the zipper and shove his dress pants down to his ankles. I gulped. Dad was wearing a thong. I don't look at guys, ya know, but dad's cock looked as big as mine or bigger. The small thong was bursting with his dick. Mom giggled and fingered the fabric.

"Is this one of mine?"

His comment stunned me.

"I was thinking of it, but no this is mine."

Mom leaned forward and began to massage dad's covered cock with her mouth.

"So is this, all mine, since you stuck it in me for the first time when I was sixteen."

I knew they had never had any other lovers but I didn't know when it started. No big surprise, their sex life was not a topic of conversation, ever. Mom grabbed the sides of the thong and dragged it down. It pulled dad's cock down and when it finally cleared his erection twanged up and right into mom's mouth. My hand went over my mouth to stifle the gasp. I'd seen porno but I'd never seen sex in person unless I was one of the two participants. But this was my parents. My eyes bugged out as mom took what looked like eight inches of dad cock right down to the base. Dad groaned hard.

"OHHHH FUCK MIRANDA!"

Mom slurped off his dick.

"What lover?"

Then her mouth was devouring him again.

"You know what, you slut. You suck my cock so well."

The language, the actions, my head was spinning but not so much I couldn't slip my hard prick out of my boxers. It was wrong but I didn't fucking care. This was amazing.

Mom slipped off dad for a second.

"That's because you taught me to love your cock, and your hot cum."

She was back down on him again and by the looks of it, wanting his cum. My cock felt like it wanted to explode, but I held back. I sensed there was going to be more.

Dad grunted and grabbed mom's head.

"Which you're going to get RIGHT NOW! UNNGH!"

I watched as his hard ass cheeks clenched and mom was gulping his cum. I couldn't hold back, I pasted the whole fucking wall with giz. Dad leaned back against the wall and mom sat back on her legs. She began to get up as she spoke.

"I love your cum. But now I have an added bonus, you'll be able to fuck me longer."

Dad pulled up his pants enough to walk and headed for the stairs. Mom turned away, into our huge living room. Dad stopped and looked at her. I couldn't see her, but I heard rustling again.

"I can't wait to go up all those stairs and down that long hall. Fuck me right here."

I ignored the mess I'd made on the wall and slowly moved into the dining room which opened into the living room. I stopped to drop my tee and boxers. Not the best idea but I was consumed with lust. I quickly moved up to the edge of the opening, still shielded by the wall. I began to move my head around the trim. I was moving very slowly. It was dark in the dining room but mom had put one small light on in the living room. Understand, our living room is the size of a small house, not really, but it's big and they were on the far side, in front of the tall windows that faced the very large and very secluded back yard. As my eyes cleared the trim mom's dress had hit the floor. She stepped out of it. Now, I'd seen her in bikinis plenty of times but this was different. I wasn't supposed to see this. My cock was growing already.

She had blue lace panties, small low riders, a garter belt with stockings and a matching bra. She looked just like a Victoria's Secret model, except she was almost forty and still looked amazing. Dad had kicked his pants and the thong off and was shedding his jacket like it was on fire. His prick was back on the rise too. Probably from what mom was saying. I was getting used to it by now; shock had been replaced by flat out horniness.

"You're gonna fuck me Bob, right fucking here. I want it hard. I'm going to strip, right in our living room where the CEO and his stuck up wife sat that night. The next time they are here I dare you not to get a boner remembering how you fucked my soaked pussy, right fucking here."

Dad loosened his tie just enough to shuck his dress shirt and tee over his head, hurling them off to the side. Mom had unfastened her bra and tossed it on the floor. She stood and fondled her beautiful breasts, which I was seeing for the first time. They sagged, just a little but she had amazing long nipples, which, no big surprise, were very erect. As dad finished shucking his shirt, she pinched them and pulled them. He stood and watched as mom took her hands and hooked the waistband of her panties. He began stroking his cock, I did too. She bent over from her waist shoving them down slowly till they got to her heels. She began to take one of the heels off when I heard dad's raspy voice.

"No."

Was all he said. Mom smiled and stepped out of her panties. She did a slow turn for him, and well, for me too. She wasn't shaved but it was trimmed very close, nice triangle of slightly darker hair. I swear I could smell her need from across the room.

"You like the shoes, baby?"

She growled.

"You want to fuck me with my 'fuck me' shoes on?"

He was on her in a flash. They collided and his hand cupped mom's hard cheeks as he pressed himself against her. Their mouth's collided and her hands went around his neck pulling hard. She opened her legs a little to let his cock nestle between them as they made out. After a minute they broke. Dad was panting.

"I love you so fucking much Miranda."

Her look made her words unnecessary.

"Me to babe, me too. Now, please shove your cock in me, I need you."

We have this huge three or four foot square ottoman in that room. I think she was lying back on it but when mom faded down she went behind the big sectional. I could see dad moving closer and down. I wanted to see more. I wanted to see my parents fuck. Once dad was out of sight I moved to the back of the couch. I was still in darkness, I hoped. I'll admit at this point I was not thinking too rationally. I mean, here I am, totally naked in my living room, peeking over the couch at my parents fucking. What was I thinking? Ha ha.

As I, oh so slowly, moved my head over the top I saw mom, on her back, on the ottoman. She was holding her legs at her ankles and was spread wide. I was looking at her from the side so I couldn't see her slit. Dad was moving in between her legs. His dick looked huge. Mom started again.

"Come on Bob, stick it in me. Stick that big cock I love so fucking much in my pussy. I'm fucking soaked."

Dad hovered over her.

"Stop it Miranda. Stop talking. I'll fucking cum too soon, you know the rule."

With that he plunged his cock into mom. She almost yelled.

"OHHHHH FUUCKKK! FIVE! I GET FIVE CUMS! THEN YOU CAN FILL ME! OHHH FUCK ME BOB!"

Then dad took over talking. I could hear the slap of their bodies colliding. I needed to be closer. I moved around, closer.

"Cum for me babe, cum all over my cock!"

Mom groaned. I assumed that was just what she was doing. Dad went back to plowing her. My hand was slowly stroking my cock. I didn't want to cum till he did. I moved around a little. Mom was on her back and dad was staring at her face. Nobody would see me, right?

Now I could take in the heady scent of mom's excitement. There was a liquid squish every time dad hit bottom. Mom's moaning was peaking again.

"Come on baby, come on my cock again! DO IT! CUM FOR ME!"

"ARRRGGGHH UNNNGGHHHHH FUUUUCCCCKKKKK!"

Mom groaned as she clearly came again. I moved around some more.

This went on for two more orgasms. I fought to keep from cumming. Suddenly mom was moving. I froze.

"From behind, Bob. I need from behind."

Dad pulled back and mom went on her hands and knees. He moved behind her and clamped himself around her as he filled her again. Mom's face was in the ottoman. Like an ass I moved closer. I had entered the 'no judgement' zone. She was talking again.

"Oh fuck yes, harder! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh don't stop!"

Dad was clearly getting close.

"Gonna cum baby! Gonna fill that pussy of yours!"

I was close too. I was pounding my cock hard. Suddenly it all happened. Dad went deep and came, clamped onto mom's back. As she came she looked up. I was cumming in my hand, oblivious to the fact I was no longer in the dark. My eyes locked on mom's, she was cumming hard but her eyes went wide and I know she clearly saw me stroking a huge cum load in my hand. I freaked. I ducked down and bolted to my room as I heard mom's extended orgasm.

I don't think I slept for hours. I waited for the door to burst open, for the yelling. Nothing. Nothing happened. I finally fell asleep.

I slept till ten. Then I lay in bed and tried to figure out why I hadn't been rousted out in the morning with a serious dressing down. I didn't know what to do but I couldn't stay in bed forever. It was Saturday so I knew dad would be golfing. I got up, found new boxers and a tee and opened my door. Pixie's door was closed so I assumed she'd come home from her party and crashed. I don't know why they're called sleepovers, that's the only thing that doesn't happen. I headed for the kitchen, might as well face the music.

As I entered the room mom had her back to me and was cleaning something in the sink. I moved to the cabinet to get a coffee mug. She saw me. I was shocked at her reaction. She went red from her feet, right up her legs to the low hem of her flannel bathrobe and then over the small part of her chest and then her face. She just stared for a second and then went back to cleaning. Fuck, this was going to be weird.

I sat and drank my coffee while my mother seemed to pretend I wasn't in the room. This was fucked up. She wasn't mad at me; she seemed to be really embarrassed. I spy on them, I beat off in front of her and she's embarrassed. Plus dad was gone, just like every Saturday. Did she tell him? After five minutes of nothing I'd had enough.

"Mom, I'm really sorry."

She stopped what she was doing but didn't turn. I saw her shoulders drop and she turned to the cabinet. She got out a mug and filled it. Finally, she turned and faced me as she moved to the table and sat down. I waited. She took a sip, put down her mug and looked at me.

"You had quite a night. I cleaned the wall by the den, got your boxers and tee shirt out of the dining room and cleaned the couch and carpet in the living room."

Now I was red from head to toe.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about all that."

She waved it off. Her voice was soft, sort of resigned.

"Oh, I don't blame you at all. We, well I, put on quite a show. You probably have never seen anything like that. I certainly don't blame you for the way you reacted."

There was nothing I could say so I waited. She took another sip.

"Well Gene, it seems our relationship has entered a new phase. Now you know a few of your mom's secrets. Now you know why I hardly ever have more than one drink. You're an adult now so I'm going to treat you that way. I'm going to assume you will keep all this to yourself."

I nodded and had a thought.

"Dad?"

"Doesn't know and I have no plan to tell him for now. This is our secret, right?"

"Of course."

That was it. Case closed. Mom went back to being mom. I never saw that show again and she never mentioned it, well with a few sort of exceptions; every once and while they would go to a party when I was home for some vacation or another and mom would talk about it the next day. All very ordinary and generic except that she'd look at me, smile and wink. Our little secret. She was telling me she'd done it again. I of course masturbated to that memory for a very long time.

I was in my fifth year of college, working and finishing my Masters when dad got his big promotion to district manager. We were all happy but we knew it meant that once a month he had to travel for four days. I didn't think it was any big deal. I was very wrong.

My college was just under an hour away from mom and dad. I have an apartment since my job relates to my degree and I'm not planning on going anywhere for now.

Sarah was further, at least two hours and Pixie's boarding school was up near Sarah. Pixie had chosen it partly based on Sarah being so close. It made sense, she could get a ride home more often, mom and dad didn't need to go get her and big sis would go over and take her out from time to time. At least that was what I believed.

Dad had left on a Friday. It was the kind of company that operated over weekends, what they do doesn't matter to the story. Anyway, my phone went off Friday around five. It was mom.

"Yo mom, what's up?"

My radar perked up as soon as I heard her voice. I think she'd been in the wine.

"Gene, could you do me a huge favor?"

"Yeah, mom sure, what is it?"

There was a long pause.

"Could you come home for the weekend?"

I really had nothing planned and there was just something about her voice. In twenty minutes I was on my way home.

I walked in the house and mom met me. I got a big mom hug and I followed her into the living room. Yes, we still had that ottoman, too. I saw an empty wine glass on the table. I dropped into the sectional at the opposite end. Mom fidgeted but finally spoke.

"I have to let you in on another of you mother's secrets."

She had never talked about or alluded to that night once since it happened so I was shocked. But I sat and waited.

"I cannot be in this house alone. I don't know why. I've always been that way. When I was young if my parents and your Uncle Ray weren't home I'd call and beg one of my friends to come over. Now your dad is on the road and you three are all in school. I thought I could do it, but I can't. Thank you for coming home and not asking."

I smiled and looked at her.

"I guess this another part of our special relationship?"

She lit up a little. She was getting more relaxed.

"Yeah, looks that way."

I didn't smell food.

"Have you eaten, mom?"

"No, you want to go out?"

I got up and headed for the kitchen.

"No, mom, let me cook for you."

Her face lit up and we headed for the kitchen.

As I made the meal I noticed she had filled her wine glass again.

"Hey Gene, you want something to drink?"

I didn't know what to expect tonight but I figured nothing would happen.

"Yeah mom, I guess a beer?"

She scoffed.

"Beer? Really?"

I smiled.

"Okay, Bourbon then."

She got up and gave me a gentle swat on the back.

"That's more like it."

I nursed the drink through dinner. As I was finishing the cleaning up mom stuck her head in the kitchen.

"Thanks for a wonderful meal, Gene. I'm gonna go shower and get comfy. Why don't you do the same and we'll watch a movie."

That sounded good to me. By now mom's voice was just a little slurred. But nobody was going anywhere so who cares?

Mom was already on the couch when I got back. She had on her long flannel robe. I'd just put on an old pair of athletic shorts and a tee. I passed on boxers because, well, you know. She had the glass full again but she seemed to be nursing it. I sat down, picked up the remote and started going through the pay per view menu. Mom was talking.

"Thank you again for coming home Gene. You have no idea what this means to me. I feel so much better with you here. Now I can relax and just be me."

The alarm bell went off briefly but I quickly decided that I was going to just follow along where ever this went. It didn't take long. I was running through the list of movies, waiting for her to see one she liked. She got up and took the two steps to me. She sank down beside me and took the remote.

"Look, we're adults so let's have an adult movie."

I just lay back and watched as my mother scrolled through the NC-17 and unrated movies as she took drinks of wine. She finally landed on one. The title indicated suburban housewives getting into some mischief. She killed the lights, started the movie and filled her glass. Mom settled back into the couch next to me but still with a little space. The only light in the room came from the large flat screen TV.

The movie started off with a view of a kitchen. A woman was sitting on the counter with her dress bunched up around her hips, her panties hung off one foot and a guy was between her legs. You could see his naked ass flexing as he "fucked" her. They were talking and the whole thing was actually pretty exciting. I felt my cock rising but I did nothing. Mom hooted.