“She gives head like a pro, can deep throat, and swallows. She likes women and other men, and everything from a quickie to a full-blown orgy. I mean, what more could a guy ask for? Seriously, Paul, your mom’s a great gal. The best!”
“Flattery will get you everything,” she said before she swallowed him again.
“See what I mean?”
She took him deep.
“Fuckin’ ay, Beth,” he grunted, “that feels awesome. You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up.” He looked at me. “Oh, and before I forget… Don’t come inside her, if you don’t mind. Shoot on her ass or in her mouth.”
“No problem.”
“I want to go down on her again,” he explained. “I don’t mind a little pre-come, but I’m not a fan of tasting another guy’s spunk.”
“Me neither. It’s kinda funny, though,” I added. “I don’t mind another guy’s come if I get a little on me.”
“Friendly fire,” he said with a grin.
“Right. And I don’t mind tasting my own if I kiss a girl after she swallows. But eating another guy’s come?” I screwed up my face. “No thanks.”
“Weird, isn’t it? Why you like some things and not others.”
“True.”
“Most guys would go apeshit if another guy fucked their wife or girlfriend, but I always thought it was hot.”
“Me too.”
“And most people, even swingers, wouldn’t
“Which is… what?” she asked tartly. “A tête-à-tête in the middle of sex?”
He grinned, unrepentant. “Yes, dear.”
“Now, if you two are done…?” she prompted. She tried to sound annoyed, but we both heard the eagerness in her voice. “Do you mind getting on with it?”
“Oh?” Dad asked mildly. “What’s that?”
“Father-son bonding?” I suggested with a smirk.
“How about father-son
“Aye, aye, ma’am.” He glanced at me. “Hey, let’s switch positions.”
“Sure.” I settled on the couch a moment later, while he knelt behind her and spread saliva and pre-come over the head of his cock. He pushed an inch or two into her and gripped her hips. Then he sank balls-deep with a soft grunt.
“Better?” he asked.
“Much.” She grinned up at me. “He gets distracted in his old age, so I have to keep him focused.”
“I’ll show you distracted.” He began pounding her.
She rocked forward and held on to my erection for dear life. Her breath came in short gasps as slapping noises filled the room. Dad slowed a bit but continued pounding her. Shock waves rippled through her ass, and she cried out each time he slammed into her.
“How’s— that— for— focused?”
“I take it back!” she gasped.
He grinned and slowed to a more sedate pace.
Mom eventually caught her breath and stroked my cock. “Much better,” she said. “Now, my good man,” she added to me, “welcome to Lady Beth’s House of Carnal Delight.”
I raised an amused eyebrow.
“Would you like the usual, a blowjob?”
“Um… sure,” I laughed.
“The House Special or something more exotic?”
“The House Special is probably fine.”
“Excellent choice, fine sir. One House Special Blowjob, coming up.”
“I love it when she does Lady Beth,” Dad said with a chuckle.
She ignored us and began sucking my cock.
“One of your regular fantasies?”
He shrugged. “Variety. Spice o’ life.”
“Ain’t it, though,” I managed.
The conversation died at that point. Dad concentrated on fucking her, while I tried not to come too soon. She used one hand to stroke my shaft while she massaged my balls with the other. She tightened her lips as she bobbed rapidly.
I managed to hold out for nearly five minutes. I
Mom jerked in surprise at the force of my orgasm, but she kept sucking and stroking until the spasms slowed and eventually stopped. I sagged against the cushions with post-orgasmic lethargy.
Dad continued fucking her from behind. He continued for another minute or two before he pulled out. He swatted her ass and stood. She sat up and turned to face him. Her mouth captured his cock and then she dipped a hand between her legs to play with herself.
Dad came a moment later and filled her mouth. She swallowed and continued sucking as his dick slowly grew soft. Her fingers vibrated over her clit until she tensed with her own orgasm. It was quick and intense, and she sat back afterward to catch her breath.
“So,” Dad said, “who’s ready for Chinese?”
Chapter 13
“We flew through some pretty rough weather today,” Dad said after dinner. “Big line of thunderstorms, from the Gulf to the Great Lakes. Atlanta had wind shear bad enough that they closed the airport for a while. ATC had us stacked up in a holding pattern about thirty miles south. Us and a dozen other flights, with more arriving every few minutes.