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father's day

One year I went over to my parent’s house for Father’s Day — it was a pretty low-key afternoon. Me and my dad drank beers in the backyard while my mom worked in the garden. I was 21 years old at the time, my dad something like 49, my mom was 44. I remember thinking about her specific age because she was working in her garden in a bikini top and short jean shorts, as she often did, and I remember thinking she had an incredible body for her age. My dad was pretty openly commenting on it too. At one point she was pulling weeds with her ass facing us and he said “beautiful view, huh?”

And then at one point, my mom came over to chat with us and one of her nipples was sticking out of her top. My dad let her chat happily for a minute before telling her, and she tucked it away, blushing and apologizing. “You don’t need to apologize,” I said. “Yeah,” my dad chimed in. “You have a great rack.” She giggled, genuinely complimented by it, which I thought was kind of sexy. Like, she wasn’t offended at all. I remember processing that and realizing that my mom had never been the kind of woman who would have been offended, I’d just never been in such close proximity to the whole thing.

“Take it off,” my dad was now saying.

“God, no,” she said, not sounding firm at all in her conviction.

“What?” my dad teased. “It’s just us around here, we’d love the show.”

My mom looked at me and I just smiled at her, and she sighed and pulled her bikini top over her head. She really did have a great rack. They were bigger than you’d think they’d be on her small frame, but also still very perky. Her nipples were small and reddish.

She let them pop out cartoonishly but then covered them with her arm, sort of, as she chatted with us, but moments later was working in the garden again, tits out. She seemed to forget her toplessness as she next approached, slightly flushed and sweaty from her work. But I was probably staring a little too hard. At one point I noticed her noticing me staring, and I grinned shyly and she winked.

“She knows she’s hot,” my dad said as she returned again to the garden. “I like that.”

I agreed. “The confidence is sexy.”

“It’s a good man who can see that in his own mom,” he said. “I remember one time walking on my mom washing cum out of her bush in the bathroom sink. I thought, my mom likes fucking, that’s good.”

Eventually she put her tools away, washed her hands in the sink on the side of the shed, and looked over at us. “What now?”

“Pop those shorts off and have a drink with us,” my dad said. She giggled and told him he was awful, but as she pulled up a plastic adirondack chair, she did it. “It’s father’s day after all,” she said, dropping her shorts down to the grass and stepping out of them. She was not wearing underwear. I tried not to gawk at my mom’s bare ass and bush. She looked over at me and said, “sorry, father’s orders.”

“No, again,” I said. “Nice to look at.”

I was surprised by how groomed my mother’s bush was. She was kind of a hippie, with her long messy hair on her head. And yet here was a very trimmed and sculpted triangle. Really just barely a shadow of a bush, and very recently and freshly cleaned up. The skin around it was bare. She definitely saw me looking and said, “when it gets really hot I just shave it all off.”

“I love when she does that,” my dad said, running a finger affectionately along her bush. I watched my mother arch a little at his touch. My mom likes fucking, I thought. That’s good.

It was a weird moment of revelation for me, suddenly seeing just how horny my mother was. But of course she was. Growing up, I remembered her as being more fun and easygoing than other moms, often dressed in very skimpy clothes, which never bothered me but which my friends sometimes commented on. She and my father were always very affectionate. Although not like this. I’d never seen my mother wearing less than underwear before, and now she was four feet from me completely nude, and smiling at me as I stared at her and as my dad explored her skin with his fingers.

Eventually she asked my dad if he could help her with something in the kitchen. They got up and left. I sat there for a few minutes before I looked back. The kitchen had two double glass doors that looked out onto the yard. It was not hard to see them. My mother was on her knees in front of my dad, sucking his dick.

I looked back out at the garden and finished my beer. My mom appeared next to me a moment later. She was wearing an apron, and nothing else. “Come help me make dinner,” she said.

“OK,” I said. She walked faster than me toward the house so I got a long look at her ass as she walked. She had a great ass, and I decided to say so.

She looked back at me without turning, letting me keep looking. “Thank you,” she said. “I’m very blessed.” I remember, that night, she put a dress on before dinner, and I ended up crashing there even though it was a Sunday and I was going to have to get up early to drive all the way to work.

So I get up at like 5:30am, and when I do, as I pass down the hallway, I very distinctly hear my mom getting fucked. It’s a very strange sensation. I can hear the thwacking of their bodies together and I can hear the steady drumbeat of her yelping “yes yes yes yes yes” and then “fuck, ah, fuck, ah, fuck, ah, fuck.” I pass by quickly and I go get in the shower.

And like five minutes later, the bathroom door opens. I peek out and my mom is there, naked, a big porn-looking load of cum between her tits. “Morning,” she says to me with a wink. I kind of choke “morning” and stick my head back in the shower. And then she puts her arm in the shower, holding a facecloth. “Just want to borrow some hot water,” she says, and I see her looking right at me in the shower, and she smiles and says, “nice big cock, like your dad.” And then she’s back out of view again. She cleans up, and pees, and then brushes her teeth, all naked, while I’m right there showering. I keep looking out and seeing her and she just winks at me.

And then I just go to work and go back to life.

A couple of months later, my mom wants to come into the city to get her hair done, and she says she wants to meet me for dinner. So I meet her in the city, and she’s in a very short skirt and a midriff-bearing top. It’s summer, it’s hot. We have a nice dinner, she has a couple of drinks. She tells me after dinner that she’s too drunk to drive home, and so I immediately offer her to crash at my place. She texts my dad and we walk back to my apartment. I’m not feeling too bad about my place because I recently cleaned it and washed the sheets and all that. As soon as we get in the door, she takes her skirt off and starts looking around my place. And she’s wearing a thong. Not only is it a thong, it’s see-thru, and I can tell just at a glance that she has, in fact, fully shaved. I have to say, this was so incongruous to me. I’d never imagined my mom was walking around with a bald pussy all the time.

She finds my liquor and pours us a drink and gets a joint out of her purse and lights it. She offers the joint to me and as she does, she wanders into my room and comes back out wearing one of my t-shirts, and I say she looks good in it and says “aw thanks,” and before she comes over and sits on my couch, I realize I can see her thong on the floor outside of my room. I can’t see anything but she’s sitting on my couch with her bare pussy and ass.

We chat, we drink. She wants to know if I am seeing anyone, and I am, and she asks if she’s a good lay. I tell her yes, I have no complaints, and she says, “you deserve a real slut.” I laugh and I say, “why” and she says, “because you are a nice and handsome guy who also happens to have a big dick. And sex is really, really important. Now that you are out of the house, that’s all me and your father do. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She giggled.

I have a toothbrush and everything for her, and I watch her brushing her teeth, shaking her little ass in my bathroom. I tell her she can take the bed and I will crash on the couch. “we can share the bed, silly,” she says. “It’s plenty big.” So I get ready for bed too and she’s already laying down when I get into the bed. We lay there in the dark for a few minutes.

“Can I do anything to help you sleep?” she asks, her voice a little slurry.

“Like what?” I say.

“Like,” she rolls closer to me and I feel her hand on my boxers. “You know…”

I lay there kind of shocked as she starts to stroke me over my boxers. But it does feel good.

“Uh,” I say. “Uh, yeah, that’s nice.”

She pulls my shaft out above the elastic of my boxers and keeps stroking. Her hand is very warm and soft. Her other hand finds my balls. I’m rock hard very quickly.

“You’re so fucking hard,” she says. “Wow.”

What happens next happens quickly. I turn a little but toward her, just a little, just shifting my body, no particular intent, just trying to get closer to the handjob. But she instantly responds by turning around, pushing her ass toward me. “Yes, please,” she says.

I’m now very shocked, because I wasn’t moving to FUCK her, but now that is precisely what she is inviting, in fact, she is reaching between her own legs and grabbing the tip of my cock and I’m rolling onto my side automatically and she’s guiding me inside herself.

And I know this is going to sound… however it sounds, but she fits my dick so perfectly. Her pussy is so warm and wet and smooth and it feels like it was designed specifically for my cock, which slowly slides all the way in. And she says, “oh my fucking god” in a way that makes me feel very good, and also makes me instantly start to cum. “Fuck!” i gasp. “No no it’s good,” she says, starting to push her ass against me, hard. “Cum for me. Stay inside me.” She pushes hard against me as what feels like a gallon of cum shoots out of my cock, and I’m groaning and gasping but she is too: “oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” and I’m still very very hard, hard enough to feel her contracting around my cock as her own gasps tighten and then release. “Stay,” she says again. “Stay inside me.”

We lay there, breathing heavily. I realize after a few minutes that she has fallen asleep with my cock in her. So I doze off too.

At some point obviously I slip out, I remember feeling it, feeling the cold air on my wet cock, but I’m exhausted and I sleep hard.

I wake up in the morning feeling instantly kind of sick and nervous. She’s sober now. What is she going to do, what is she going to say?

I just lay there watching her breathing for a while. Then her breath catches, and she rolls over and looks at me. “Morning stud,” she says. And then she hops out of bed and laughs. “Oh god, I have so much dried cum between my legs,” she says. “Wait there.”

She hops into the bathroom across the hall. I hear her turn the sink on, I hear her humming happily. And then she comes bopping back into my room completely nude and climbs on top of me.

I grunt in surprise as she starts grinding on my dick again.

“Wow,” I say. “Again?”

“It was so quick last night,” she said. “I thought maybe you’d want to take your time.”

“Uh, yes,” I say, and I flip her onto her back and I go down on her. This surprises her, and she laughs happily and plays with my hair while I lick her immaculately shaved pussy. She tastes incredible and I tell her so. She tells me to put a finger inside her, so I do, and three minutes later, she cums. She rolls on top of me again and starts bouncing on my rock hard cock. I look down at her pussy wrapped around my cock in disbelief. She takes my hands and puts them on her tits. “Cum inside me,” she says. “But not yet.”

I let her ride for a while, and then I flip her again, and get behind her. God, what a great ass she has. She eagerly positions herself for me, and I pound her from behind and she gasps and moans and I fuck even harder when I feel her contracting around my shaft again. And then I unload my cum inside her and fall over. She giggles, kneeling on my bed and pulling on her hair. “You can FUCK,” she says. “Wow.”

“I can’t believe we did that,” I say to her.

“Life is so short,” she says, shrugging. “Fuck it.”

I watch, still in disbelief, as she walks around my apartment naked, my cum dripping down her thighs. She asks if I have to work, and I say not until later. She asks if she can stick around for a while and I say of course. She takes a few pills from her purse, and then lights another joint in my kitchen. I ask her how often she gets high and she laughs and says, “I’ve been high pretty much all the time for the last 6 years.”

After a half hour or so of this, she asks me if I want to take a shower with her. I say sure, and am still somehow surprised when she starts playing with my cock in there. We end up fucking against the wall of the shower, nice hot water hitting the base of my shaft as she moans. I make her cum and she gets on her knees and gives me the most spectacular head of my life and swallows my cum. After I cum she keeps sucking and playing with my balls. It’s amazing. After that, she gets dressed and says, “Well, I better get home and fuck your dad.” She kisses me on the cheek and says, “You have a perfect cock, let me know when I can come suck it again sometime.” And leaves.

Maybe you predicted this, but… my mom was dying and didn’t tell me. She’d known for over a year. And so I actually never saw her again. We talked on the phone a few times, and she was very flirty and encouraging every time. But then one afternoon my dad called me and told me she was dead. It sort of all made sense, but also it didn’t.

A couple of years later, I met Kayla, who would later become my wife. As we got more serious she became kind of obsessed with my mom, looking at old photos and talking about how beautiful she was. When we visited my dad, she always asked him lots of lots of questions. One day, it was Father’s Day weekend, and my dad bought up the story of her gardening topless, and even getting naked, right there in the backyard where we were now sitting. I watched Kayla’s eyes light up and she immediately started pulling her clothes off.

I have to stress that Kayla was not like this, not normally. The dirty photos she sent me never escalated beyond underwear. She liked having sex, but was pretty chaste — we always used condoms, she rarely took her bra off, she always dimmed or turned off the lights. And now she was yanking her (modest, white cotton) panties off in front of my dad and sitting back in the chair, nude.

“Wow,” I said.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” my dad said to her.

“Did your wife — what did she —“ Kayla was looking for the delicate phrase, which was funny because her clothes were all balled up at her feet. “How did your wife groom this area?” She was gesturing at her bush, she she trimmed lightly but otherwise rarely touched.

“She would do a very trimmed little triangle up top in the spring, and shave bald all summer,” my dad said, winking at her.

“I love that,” she said.

She kept her clothes off all afternoon, drinking in the backyard with us, and even just gathering up her clothes in a little ball and walking back to the house with them. At one point she dropped her panties and my dad picked them up for her.

We stayed at his place that night and fucked hard. With the lights on. After cumming on her bush and stomach, she slipped off to the bathroom, and came back 20 minutes later with a shaved-bald pussy. I’d never seen her like that. She told me she’d never tried it before. We had wild sex again.

I woke up in the morning and she was gone — went downstairs following the scent of coffee and was surprised to see her chatting with my dad completely bottomless.

“Wow,” I said, gesturing at her nakedness. “I wanted your dad to approve my handiwork,” she said.

Of course, my dad was always a fan of her after that.

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