Mom was tiring so I positioned myself forward on the toilet seat and started flexing my butt-cheeks, driving my cock between her tits. She slowed her movement and then stopped and let me take full control. I was getting awfully close and my mind blurred as I drove my cock faster through her tit-flesh.
Just as I let out a loud groan and launched my first salvo, which splashed off Mom’s chin, soaking both of us in hot, gooey cum, the door to Mom’s bedroom burst open. Dad appeared in the hallway. He stopped and looked left and right. I was committed and the second and third salvos of cum were deposited in Mom’s mouth. Dad disappeared to the right, apparently heading for the stairs. I couldn’t stop cumming. Mom had dropped back away from me and pushed her lips half-way down my shaft, taking more cum.
I found myself thinking, ‘Fuck. If I can just get off this toilet, I might be able to hide in the shower and I might just live another day.’ I was frantic. I put my palm on Mom’s forehead and pushed her off my cock just as another shot of cum streamed across her face. She giggled in reaction and tried to get her lips back on my cock again. I slid out from between her and the toilet and stood up. She stood up too.
I could hear Dad’s footsteps coming back down the hall and I slid open the shower door and pushed my body against the corner and slid the door shut again just as Dad rushed through the doorway into the bathroom. I could just make out forms through the frosted shower door. Dad didn’t speak but Mom mumbled, “There you are. I don’t think we were finished.” Her form came into view in front of Dad and she sank back to her knees. In what little illumination there was, I watched the form of Mom’s head bobbing on Dad’s hard-on. He was groaning and my dick was hard again. I didn’t dare move.
Mom pulled back and stood up and pulled Dad’s cock toward the toilet. Was she going to tit-fuck Dad too? I had to see. Quarter inch by quarter inch, I eased open the shower door as I could hear the sound of his dick sliding through Mom’s tits. Sure enough, Dad was perched on the edge of the toilet seat with his head tipped back like he was examining the ceiling. He was thrusting his cock between Mom’s tits. Her face was looking up at his. She whispered, “Cum on me Honey.” As if on command, Dad groaned hard as his head dropped down to watch. “Uuunnggaaahhh,” as his hips launched up. Mom giggled as his first shot blasted her on the chin and just like with me, she pushed her lips over his glans and jerked his remaining shots into her mouth. I heard her swallow hard and then she stood up and headed for the door like she had just come in to pee and she was finished. She didn’t walk across the hall to her room. She turned right, headed for the stairs. Dad pushed himself off the toilet and grabbed a hand-towel and wiped off his dick as he rushed after her. I stayed right where I was and listened.