I was so stunned I was speechless as she walked out of the kitchen, leaving me bewildered and horny again.
That was the last time I’d seen Mom until today, although I’d seen her daily in my stroke fantasies and even usually when I was fucking my friend with benefits Janie.
That brings you up to date about what led to our drive to the wedding and everything that followed.
The day was full of subtle hints that I didn’t catch onto until it all came to a head in the early evening.
As we drove, Dad asked, “Got any hot coeds?”
“Eric!” Mom scolded.
“What?” Dad asked. “Can’t I enquire if he’s getting some hot college booty?”
I laughed, “Never say booty, Dad.”
“What, I’m not up with the lingo?” he asked, then continued, “Have you given a girl a Cincinnati Bowtie yet?”
“Eric!” Mom gasped.
“What? You love it, dear,” Dad teased.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Eric, don’t you dare!” Mom objected, clearly mortified.
“When you reverse tit fuck a nice rack so your balls are sliding up and down her neck,” he revealed.
“Oh,” I said, the position sounding okay, but more focused on the idea of Mom liking it… the idea of Dad or me fucking those huge tits quite a turn on.
“I don’t like it, you do,” Mom clarified.
“You never complain,” Dad shrugged.
“Probably too much information for our son,” Mom pointed out, her face apple red.
I added, “Not sure where you got that term, but college is pretty normal.”
“What, it’s not a bunch of orgies?” Dad joked.
“No not really, we only have those on weekends, but of course weekends begin on Friday at noon,” I whimsically played along.
“Thank God,” he said, “I’d hate to think I’m paying for you to go to college and learn things.”
Mom asked, “Do you have a girlfriend yet?”
“Not really,” I answered, Janie and I never going out dates. I call her when I’m horny, she calls me when she’s horny… which means we fuck every day or two.
“Friends with benefits,” Dad accurately surmised.
“Something like that,” I nodded.
“What’s that?” Mom asked.
Dad answered, “A friend you can call on for sex.”
Mom joked, “As much as your Dad’s gone, I need one of those.”
“If you want Sarah, go for it,” Dad responded, Sarah a hot young woman from across the street.
“You and your lesbian fantasy,” Mom sighed.
Dad asked, “Please tell me you’ve seen two girls going at it.”
“Nope,” I said, before adding, “other than some kissing.”
“Well, porn movies have definitely deceived me,” Dad joked.
“Wanting to gross Dad out, knowing he was homophobic, I added, telling the truth, “I did see a guy blowing another guy in the bathroom, though.”
“Gross,” Dad said, his entire face grimacing.
Mom asked, “What, two girls munching pussy is okay, but a guy sucking another guy’s dick isn’t?”
“Obviously,” Dad nodded. “Two girls are hot; two guys are contrary to nature.”
I was in awe of Mom saying pussy and dick in front of me. I’d heard her say way worse when eavesdropping… but she was pretty prim and proper when I was around… usually tolerating my perverted father’s verbal excesses but not joining in.
“Such a double standard,” Mom said.