A lot of my emotions were pure relief, but as I reprised the evenings events, a new emotion made its impact on my body…lust. The memory of the sounds of my mothers coming, was replayed continuously in my mind. Before I knew it, my hand had again taken control, removing my cock from my briefs. I walked to the sink, looked again at myself in the mirror, and in no time at all was shooting another load into the bowl. As I did, I imagined the plug hole to be my mother’s mouth, and tried to get as many of the spurts as possible to go directly into it.
As the force lessened, the spurt became a dribble and finally stopped. I then used my finger to push the rest of it down the sinks side so that all of it finished up in her ‘mouth.’ By this time my legs were shaking, and I was starting to feel bad about the thoughts that I was having about my mother. I wasn’t worried about the disrespect to my father, but Mum was a special lady, that I’d always respected, and taken care of.
Making sure that there were no tell tale residues left behind, I walked to my room, got into bed, and tried to sleep. It was impossible, as the video loop of my mother coming under my father kept replaying over and over in my mind. So that after another hour and a half, my sock replaced the plug hole as the proxy for my mothers mouth.
When I caught my breath, I opened my door and listened but there were no noise coming from their room, Dad was most likely passed out again, but I was sure that Mum wasn’t asleep. I was so aware of her lying there, thinking about me, and what we’d done tonight. I was sure that she knew that I was in the room when they’d had sex. I hoped that my semen on the carpet would be dried by the morning, as that would take a bit of explaining. I found it really difficult to get to sleep, as the memory of her lips on mine, acting as adrenalin, kept me awake.
I went to sleep eventually and when I awoke the next morning there was silence in the house, I looked at the clock, eleven a.m. and the first thought that I had was the memory of kissing my mother, surprise, surprise I had an erection, which had to be taken care of before anything else. It wasn’t rare for me to have an erection first thing in the morning, but somehow this was different.
The memories of the previous night were so very strong and real that I could still feel the softness of her lips against mine, the warmth of her breath on my face, and the hardness of her nipples under my thumbs. All of these formed the basis of my morning fantasy.
I lay there thinking, and after a while one thing in particular came back to me every time. It was when Mum had said it’d been a long time since anyone had eaten her Big Mac, After hearing how he’d just stuck his dick into her, it was obvious what she meant by that. I guessed that as she seemed to be always ready, he probably thought that he didn’t need to waste too much time on her with foreplay. My time with Jane had however taught me that as a woman got older she needed more foreplay, not only for the stimulation, but also so that she could feel still loved. It was the interaction and the contact, the giving and the sharing of love more than a sexual thing. All that sex needed was a stiff dick, Dad obviously had that, but seemed to have forgotten the rest of what love making was all about.
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