Nearly every time I fucked my mother, she’d cry afterwards and say we shouldn’t be having sex.
Then twenty minutes later she’d be sucking on my cock or having me eat out her beautiful pussy.
One time we had sex, where she rode my cock until she’d orgasmed multiple times before I came deep inside her arsehole, my father returned home from the pub.
We’d only just stopped fucking when he walked in, bent my mother over the kitchen table and fucked her pussy and arse.
From the lounge where I was sat, I could hear them fucking and heard my father say “Your arsehole feels so good on my cock tonight”.
I became so horny listening to them having sex, that when my father had finished and went upstairs to bed, I didn’t wait and pushed my mother back over the kitchen table, fucking her well spunked up arsehole.
Even when I left home and was working, she’d visit my flat every other day, and we’d fuck until we were both knackered.
My mother was the very definition of a nymphomaniac and both myself and my father knew she had a lover.
I once walked in on them having sex in our garden shed. I’d gone to put my bicycle back and watched my mother sucking the guy’s cock. All she said was “Go inside, I’ll be in shortly”.
I waited half an hour before she walked in all flushed and happy with herself. We weren’t having sex then, but it wasn’t too long after that, that she began teaching me how to pleasure her with my mouth and tongue.
I miss those days and the closeness of our family.
There is lots more I should confess about my family life, but not this time.
