Two Moms, Two Laps: Home Rules

byTx Tall Tales©

"I know," I said, stroking her smooth back. "When I said I wanted to share you, I meant like now. He can have you sometimes, and so can I. Not together."

She ran her tongue across my chest, making my erection harden. "I know, sugar. It's just too easy to tease you."

She sat up, looking at the clock. "We have to stop now. There's still a lot I need to do before your old man gets home. We'll have time together later, I promise, Ok? I'm sorry to leave you like this."

I sat up, pulling her to me for a quick kiss. "Don't apologize. That was spectacular. But just because we're being naughty, doesn't mean the house has to suffer, right? If you were late with dinner every time we did anything, that wouldn't be good."

She grinned, climbing off the bed and heading for her bathroom. "See? That kind of thinking will make sure that there's plenty of this," she waved her hand up and down her body, like she was modeling, "in your future." She did a little spin for me, then turned and wiggled her ass. "Lots of this, too, if you're very, very good."

I headed to my room for my third shower of the day. Wouldn't be good to go to the dinner table smelling of sex and Mom.

* * *

We always ate pretty early, and that night was no different. Dad came home and changed out of his suit, while Mom put the finishing touches on dinner. I set the table in the kitchen, where we ate most of the time, unable to stop myself from staring at my Mom's ass every chance I got. Damn, I'd been so close.

She was wearing light grey yoga pants, so tight they crawled up her butt, and when she leaned over, I could see the perfect outline of her incredible pussy. It was obvious she wasn't wearing panties. This was a Mom I didn't know or recognize. My Mom would never wear pants like that where anybody could see her. Hell, I wasn't even sure if Aunt Marie would.

Mom was a yoga fanatic, going to the studio nearly every day. She mostly went in the mornings, but a couple of times a week she'd go in the evening, sometimes both. I loved those yoga pants on her, but her normal wear was black, and never this tight. These were practically obscene. God bless her.

When Dad came down, she was leaning over the oven, checking on the roast. He walked up behind her, obviously ogling her ass. He ran his hand over her butt, down her crack, sliding it between her legs.

Mom gasped, looking back at him, and rolled her hips teasingly.

"Harold..." she warned him, looking over at me.

Dad looked over his shoulder at me, gave me a wink, and smacked Mom on the rear.

Jesus. We were in new territory now.

Mom and Dad kept their intimacy behind closed doors, except for the usual kisses in greeting, and some evening cuddling. I'd never seen him fondle her like that. I felt like he was laying claim to her.

"How'd the butchering go?" he asked me, sitting down at the table.

"Not bad. Got maybe a quarter of it done. Colin wasn't much help, no stomach for it."

Mom turned to me. "Fetch your father a beer from the garage."

I ran out to the beer fridge, returning with a Shiner. His daily beer. Walking into the kitchen, I came to a halt. Mom was bent over, kissing Dad deeply, and his hand was between her legs again. When she pulled away, I could see she was blushing. "Now that's how you welcome your man home," he said grinning, holding his hand out to me for his beer.

I couldn't help staring at Mom. To go with those painted on Yoga pants, she was wearing a skin-tight white yoga top, and her nipples were so hard, I could see the outline of her areola. This was fucking nuts.

Mom served up dinner, and we ate, casually talking about cleaning up after our trip. There was still plenty to do, butchering, gun cleaning and maintenance, vehicle work, and lots more. I wasn't looking forward to it, but I had to admit, summers at the cabin were worth the trouble before and after.

"You going to the studio?" Dad asked, a comment on Mom's outfit.

"If you don't mind. It's been over a week. You know how I get," Mom replied.

"Go ahead. Jeremy and I will finish up with the meat. Don't worry about the dishes, we'll take care of them," he told her.

She glanced at the clock. "I don't have to leave quite yet, I can do them."

Dad shook his head. "Nonsense. I know you like to get there early. Go on."

Mom cleared her own dishes, then came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She turned and gave Dad a kiss, and it was almost as good at the one I'd interrupted. Damn, they were in a lovey-dovey mood.

As soon as Mom left, Dad had me on the dishes, while he got things started in the garage. I was happy enough to work separately from him. I was feeling nervous about what had happened with Mom and Aunt Marie, and what he knew about it. I figured that his behavior with Mom that evening must have had something to do with it.

I couldn't spend the whole night washing dishes, and it wasn't long before I was in the garage, back to butchering the beef. It was illuminating watching Dad work. What had taken me half a day to do, he was able to finish in minutes.

"Don't just stand there," he said, "get working."

"I'll only get in your way. You'll finish twice as fast by yourself."

"Yep. But gettin' done fastest ain't what we're talkin' here. Only way to learn is to get in there, get your hands dirty, and give it your best."

He watched over my work, spare with his advice, more apt to show me how it was done, then correct my work. His work with the knife looked so smooth and easy. "I don't see how I'll ever be able to do it as good as you," I admitted.

He laughed. "Are we competing now? I've had a hell of a lot more practice. All I ever want is for you to give it your best, learn from your mistakes, and never settle for good enough."

He showed me his pinkie on his left hand, which was missing the final joint. "Speed is not the end game. Rushing things can make a mess out of everything. I learned that the hard way. I only pray that you can learn from my mistakes."

"If speed ain't the name of the game, how come you finish so damned fast?" I asked, only half joking.

"Skill's all that counts. You get the skills down, the second nature, automatic ability to do anything as naturally as breathing, and the speed comes with the territory. You can finish fast, or you can drag it out as long as you desire. You can do a 'good enough' job, or you can achieve perfection. Focus on the skill, not the speed."

We'd already done the rough work in the field, skinning and gutting the pig, and cutting it into three parts, shoulder, body and hindquarters, for transportation.

I was working my knife down the bone, turning the handle to angle the blade close to the bone, without catching it. When I had it right, the meat turned to butter, the razor sharp edge of my blade gliding along perfectly. Dad put his big hand on my shoulder, giving a painful squeeze. "There, that was it. Technique. You do that 100 times without having to concentrate on it, and the knife will not only slide through, but you can do it as fast as you want."

I stopped to sharpen my blade, and Dad hit the beer fridge, dropping an open one in front of me. I took a long draught, enjoying the cold refreshment.

"Sounded like you and your Mom had a hell of a conversation last night, quite a bit of it at my expense," Dad said casually, wrapping up the meat, the easy job, while watching me deal with the more technical butchering.

"I wouldn't call it at your expense. That woman worships the ground you walk on. I can only pray that someday a woman feels for me like Mom feels for you." I had my snips out, cutting out two racks of ribs from the torso I was working on.

"Not exactly typical mother/son conversation, though."

"Hardly." I had a feeling I knew where this was going, and figured it was just as well if I took control over the conversation. "Truth is, I didn't know about the issues between Mom and her sister. During the first half of our drive home, things between me and Aunt Marie got a good bit carried away, and during our rest stop, Aunt Marie rubbed Mom's nose in it. When Mom got in the car she was livid, and had to know everything that went on between us."

"Do I want to know how bad it got in the backseat?" Dad asked, taking the ribs from me, and passing me another torso.

I laughed. "As long as you promise not to get jealous. To start with, having her sit on my lap, half-clothed in the dark, was bad enough, but I gotta lay some of this at your feet. Things were ok, until she started bouncing around the back seat like a Superball, thanks to your driving. Trying to hang onto her was like trying to hold on to a greased pig, and without even intending it, I was holding onto her in places that were pretty damn interesting."

Dad laughed. "You can thank me for that later."

"Thank you?"

"Hell yeah. You think I don't know what Marie's like? When I saw those women stripping down to their T-shirts and panties, I knew she was up to no good. Your Mom might have some self-control, but Marie's a walking hormone. I figured a little bouncing around might do my boy a little good. I don't think there was a single pot-hole I missed."

I laughed. "I guess I do owe you a thanks. Troublemaker. Mom mentioned how Aunt Marie welcomed you into their home the first time."

"She was brazen, no doubt about it. Naked big titty teenager climbing in the shower with me. To this day, I still haven't told your mother the whole story, for fear it would cause a rift between 'em that might never heal."

I chuckled. "Don't hold back on my account."

Dad took a sip of his bear. "No you don't. This story telling ain't about me, not this time."

I couldn't believe we were talking like that. Once we'd started hunting, we joked around more, and hinted at things, but not so openly. I told him about holding Aunt Marie, playing with her, stripping her practically naked. Getting my hand in her pants, and how she'd been playing with me.

"Pretty incredible, I bet. Almost shameful the way God split them up. Blessing your Mom with the most incredible ass ever, and legs that can stop traffic, then putting that unbelievable rack on her sister."

"Good thing you're an ass-man," I teased.

"Good thing your Mom believes that," he said softly.

I let that statement go, afraid to chase down that trail. "I swear, Dad, I'd have been happy as hell just to get to play with her tits. The fondling and feeling her up was a bonus. It's those damn tits of hers I've been dreaming about since I was old enough to care."

"Join the team, bucko. I don't know a man alive that could resist 'em."

"Yet, somehow, you've managed to," I observed.

He nodded. "For the most part. If it was anyone but Marie, your mother's damn sister, I'm not sure I'd want to. But anything I did with your Aunt would sure as shit get back to Alice, and she might forgive me with some other tramp, but not with Marie. Not a chance in hell." He turned to me, finishing his beer. I noticed he was working through them pretty quick. I decided to catch up a bit, and pounded the rest of mine.

"I guess you learned about that, huh? Anything you did in that backseat, your Momma was bound to find out. 100% guaranteed. You should understand that. You keep doing things with your Aunt, Alice is gonna know."

"I know. Now. I didn't then."

"You really made her come for you?" he asked quietly.

"In a big way. She had set some limits at the beginning of our playing around. She told me I couldn't..." I was stuck for a way to put it.

"You couldn't fuck her?" Dad finished my statement succinctly.

"Yeah, at least not then, not in the car with Colin in the front seat."

Dad chuckled. "Every word of that statement was carefully planned. Believe me. She knew exactly what she was saying and implying. She's a vixen."

"After she came for me, she stripped me naked, straddled me and practically begged me to break our rules. I wasn't ready for that, no way. I mean, she was rubbing against me, skin on skin, pushing down on me, grinding like a mad woman. I made her come again, even harder than the first time. It was a miracle y'all didn't hear it."

He laughed. "You've got good instincts. I'll give you that. You get a woman off good enough, and she'll be begging for more. Pavlovian. She'll always come back to the bringer of pleasure." We'd finished up the lion's share of the rough butchery, but things were slowing down.

"You didn't do it though, did you? You didn't screw her?"

"No. Not that I wasn't tempted. Wrong place, wrong time. And I wasn't sure I wanted to go that far. Not completely. So many possible problems." I admitted.

"Still, nothing to complain about. Not by a long shot. I'd have traded seats with you in a heart-beat, if not for your mother."

"That wasn't the end of it. What we were doing had me at my limits. I was going to have to finish, but was afraid of making a mess. Aunt Marie had a solution. She got down on the floorboards and finished me with her mouth."

"Jesus H. Christ! Marie? Gave you a blow-job in the car?"

He made a good act of being surprised, if Mom had told him the full story last night. "Yeah. I don't know if you remember, but when she first took me in her mouth, I was surprised and yelled out. That's when we started talking about our hunting that day. She was sucking me off the whole time."

"How was she?" Dad asked, his interest definitely piqued.

"Fucking incredible. Of course I don't have a lot to compare her against. Penny of course, and a couple of others that were nothing to brag about. But Aunt Marie killed them all."

"Better than Penny then?"

"Penny's just learning. I was her first blow-job. She can't take much more than my head and a couple of inches, but she's so damn cute when trying. Watching her pretty face, blushing with embarrassment while she sucks me, I thought that was pretty spectacular."

"No shit. That's something I wouldn't mind seeing," Dad laughed.

I wiped my hands down and pulled out my phone. I scrolled down to the pictures, and passed it over. "Don't tell Mom, Ok?"

He was flipping through the images, obviously entranced. "Damn, she's a pretty girl. Surprised she sees anything in a scrub like you."

I laughed. "I could say the same about you old man. Like there's anyway you deserve someone as hot as Mom."

He grinned, passing me back the phone. "You got me there. Shit, I wish I'd had a camera when your Mom first went down on me. Un-fucking-believable."

"I bet."

"Why wouldn't you want me to tell your Mom about this? You don't think she knows a thing or two about blow-jobs?"

"To hear her tell it, she knows a lot more than a thing or two," I laughed.

"Jesus, Jeremy! How much did you talk about?"

"A lot."

Dad picked up the packaged meat and stuck it in the freezer. He brought us both back a couple of beers. "You feeling up to telling your old man the rest of the story? The second half of your adventure last night?"

"You don't mind hearing it?"

"If you don't mind sharing." He closed up the coolers, even though we hadn't quite finished. We were 90% done. "You can finish up the rest of the butchering tomorrow. Let's move this out to the porch."

While I was washing up, and cleaning our utensils, Dad did some organizing and grabbed us a six-pack. Good thing. I imagined it was going to be some thirsty work.

Dad brought the guns out to the porch, so we could give them a good cleaning. I wasn't sure how happy I was about that. With the story I was about to tell, I was glad there was no ammo out there.

I explained how angry Mom was, and how I had to give her every little detail about my shenanigans with Aunt Marie. "Hell, as soon as Aunt Marie got out of the Jeep, she went to Mom and told her I had the sweetest cum she'd ever tasted."

Dad broke out laughing. A deep gut laugh. "That little bitch. She knows how to press your Mom's buttons, you've got to give her that much."

I explained that I'd done more showing than telling, the whole time watching Dad to see if he'd suddenly decide to take my head off. He seemed more intent on breaking down the firearms for cleaning. I talked about the touching, the holding, brushing her thigh, moving her around my lap, pressing my erection against her. I explained how Mom had my hard-on wedged between her cheeks when she decided to show off. "'Bet your Aunt can't do that,' she said."

"She's got a point. Not much of an ass on Marie. Still, kind of surprising Alice would try something like that. It's the competition with her sister, you know."

"I get it now. That's when I got to asking her about what the deal was with her and Aunt Marie. She opened up to me like I never would have imagined. We spent a long time, easily half the trip, her telling me the history with Aunt Marie, starting in high-school and all about you guys. God, Dad, to hear her tell the story of you shooting down her sister, you had to be there. It was like she was describing a legend. 'Nice tits, but I'm an ass-man. Have you seen the ass on your sister? God Almighty!' It was like a holy sermon she was sharing. I'd never heard anyone talk about someone else like she was talking about you. I never thought I could be so jealous of anyone, especially not you and Mom."

"You should have seen her back then, Jeremy. She's a beautiful woman now, but when I saw that little freshman, pretty as a picture, with an ass worthy of carving in stone, I had to get to know her. She was sweet, innocent, and unbelievably nice. She had no idea how beautiful she was, spending the last few years in her sister's shadow."

"Hard to believe Mom could get any prettier."

"Not prettier, different. God, I had it bad for her."

"From the look of things earlier, I'd say you still do."

I couldn't believe I saw my father blush. "She still does it for me. Twenty years, and when I saw her ass in those pants, I still almost lost it on the spot."

"There you are!" I heard Mom call out, nearly making me jump through my skin.

She walked out, hot and sweaty from the workout in a 100 degree room. "What're you guys up to?" she asked.

"Chatting. Man talk." Dad said abruptly.

She nodded. "I'm going to take a bath." She faced my father, "Can you help me out of this top? I can barely lift my arms."

She turned her back to us, and Dad got up, grabbed the bottom, and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up. He reached around her and I could tell he was grabbing her tits. "Harold!" Mom hissed, looking over her shoulder.

"Have I told you how much you drive me crazy, Alice?" he said softly, still loud enough for me to hear it.

"I'm a mess," she murmured.

He turned her around, giving me a flash of tit before his body got in the way. "Harold!" she gasped.

He kissed her. Really kissed her. I watched her hands move around his body, clasping him. They were turned at a bit of an angle, and I saw his near hand slide into the back of her pants, tugging them down her hips a few inches.

I probably should have been embarrassed or something. Instead, I drank my beer, and watched with more than a little envy.

He pulled away, letting me see a glimpse of her tit again. Damn it. I was hard for my Mom, and my father was only a few feet away.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he said to her.

She nodded quietly.

"If we didn't have an audience, do you know what I'd have you doing?" he teased.

I saw a slow smile appear on her face. I almost lost it when I saw her open her mouth in an 'O' and push her cheek out with her tongue a couple of times. "After," she said softly.

"You bet your sweet ass," he laughed. He turned her around, letting me see her pants were already half-way down her butt, the top of her crack temptingly exposed. He slapped her on that big bubbly butt. "Go bathe. Clean everything."

Mom wiggled her ass. "You boys have fun," she said cheerfully, heading into the house.

Dad sat back down and took a deep swig of beer. "Almost forty years old. Your Penny might be cute as a button, but she's got nothing on your mother."

"I'll drink to that," I said, holding out my bottle.

Dad smiled, clinking glass. "Not that there's anything wrong with Penny, mind you."

"Hell no. But she's not Mom. Not by a long shot."

"Still, she's not bad. And from what you're saying, a willing learner. We'll give her bonus points for being a barely legal, innocent hard body. How's things between you and her? Haven't seen much of her lately."

"It's so-so. I think we both know that once I've gone to college, it's over."

"Then I'd figure you'd be taking advantage of these last few weeks. She may not be your Aunt Marie, but I imagine she's as willing, and a lot less trouble."

I had to laugh. "Not near willing enougth so far. It's taken most of the year to get to a blow-job. I don't imagine I'll get any further before we both leave."

"Now that's a damn shame. Can I give you a piece of advice?"

"If it has to do with women, I'd be a fool not to listen."

He chuckled. "Young women today don't want to go to college inexperienced. That last summer makes for willing experimenters. If Penny's not one of them, you might want to cut bait, and troll elsewhere."

I was surprised when Mom showed back up, a six-pack in her hand, holding her arm across her bare breasts, hiding very little. Tight yoga pants, pushed down on her hips, barefoot. Fuck, she was tempting. "Looked like you guys were bone dry out here. That's no way to have a man-to-man." She put the beer on the table, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then gave Dad a better kiss, before departing.

I couldn't help but stare at her, coming and going.

Dad coughed to get my attention. When I looked at him, he was grinning. "About Penny?"

"Truth is, I haven't been pursuing much. I don't want to hurt her feelings."

"Making a woman out of her wouldn't hurt her feelings. I'd guess the opposite. Better you, who cares for her, than the first upperclassmen whose eye she catches. I read once 20% of girls lose their cherry their first year in college. Half of them lose it before then. Penny's already behind the curve."

"Worth thinking about."

"Now that you've done your best to distract me from your story, you want to get back to it?" Dad said, opening two of our new beers, and passing me one of them. I could already feel the first four, and considered passing on it, but that wouldn't be manly now, would it? And Dad was definitely all about being a man.

I took a long drink, building up some courage. I was still confused and surprised by their latest actions. I had a feeling there was a message for me, in the way Dad was acting with Mom. Was he showing off? Proving his place with her? Or was he teasing? God, I was nervous about how things were going, but I figured Mom was right. Hell, he already knew most of it. I'd have to see if I could finish the discussion without mentioning the part where I fucked his wife.

"We were talking about you visiting her family for the first time, and Aunt Marie coming on to you, right?" I asked, receiving a nod in return. "Mom said that was when she lost her virginity. I couldn't believe it. She was sitting in my lap, wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, telling me you were her first. How you were so patient, going down on her over and over again, to get her ready." I took another sip. "I was hard, Dad. Really hard. It was so embarrassing, getting hard for Mom. I couldn't help it. Not between reliving what Aunt Marie had done, holding Mom in my lap, and then listening to her tell her story."

"I should hope the fuck so," Dad said, leaning back. "Not much of a man if that didn't get you worked up." He took a sip of his beer. "Mom or not."

I grinned. "The point was, I was hard as stone, and she noticed. She couldn't help but notice, the way we were seated. She actually touched me, commenting on how similar you and I were. I think that was what had her going. She kept telling me how much I was like you at this age. She closed her eyes, and described how you took her the first time, and I don't even think she realized what she was doing. That was when things changed. I mean, before then, I hadn't done anything more than hold her. I hadn't touched her bad, or nothin', I swear. Then she held my cock, telling me all about your history, her first time, tying a bow around her ass for Valentine's Day, all the blow jobs she gave you, even about the first time she really liked sex - the night you wore her ass out, flipped her over and pounded her into multiple orgasms."

Dad was watching me intently. "She told you about all of that? Jesus, Jeremy, doesn't a man's love life get any privacy?"

"I swear, Dad, I wish I could have taped it. She was so into it, her eyes closed, reliving it all in her mind. She worships you. She practically came just talking about it. It was so hard to hold her, and hear her talk about another man like that, even if it was you. I was so fucking jealous. I know it's wrong, but Damn, Dad! She's telling me how good she is at blow-jobs, how often you do it, and that she'll do it for you anytime you ask. How she'll deny you nothing. That you take her ass at least a couple of times a week. God, it was so weird hearing that about Mom."

He nodded. "I imagine it would be. You're Mom gets kind of worked up when she's drinking, then that bit with Marie, it's a recipe for trouble." He grinned, playing with the label on his beer. "She exagerrates a bit. I don't take her up the backdoor twice a week, probably not even once a week. She won't do it anytime I ask. She has her limits. Pretty hard ones. She is generous and accomodating. I'll give her that."

"Can you imagine? I never thought about Mom like that. Aunt Marie, of course. But not Mom. It's not that she's not pretty, I'm not stupid. But she was just my Mom. Then to hear her talk about you. Her panties getting wet while she talked, her hand sliding down and holding me, telling me how I was big around, like you. How wonderful you were, that you were the best man she'd ever known, like I didn't know that."

"She said that?"

"You know how she remembers every word about how you rejected Aunt Marie? Mom is in my lap, holding my cock in her hand, describing losing her virginity to you. 'Your father's a good man. The best I've ever known.' Her exact words. I'll never forget them." I put the beer aside, and started reassembling my rifle. "She started talking about Aunt Marie, and how she had to get married first, the issues with getting pregnant and how that brought them back together again. She said things had improved, and she'd gotten over most of the past. Then she dropped the bomb. She told me that Aunt Marie was trying to steal me away from her."

Dad grunted. "Fuck. She'd see it that way of course. Maybe rightfully so. We can't ever really understand the dynamics between them."

"Yeah. She was furious that Aunt Marie said I had the sweetest cum she'd ever tasted."

Dad laughed at that. "She's got a point. Your Aunt is known for being stingy with the BJs, while your mother considers that her personal area of expertise. That would burn her up."

"I know. That was the end of the intimate chat-time, and Mom wanted the rest of the story about exactly what happened between me and Aunt Marie."

"And you were still re-enacting as much as telling?" Dad asked, settling back with a new beer. I was getting left behind. He'd finished two while I was working on my last one.

"Mostly. I didn't mean nothing by it, I wasn't thinking straight. I feel like such a shit now, handling Mom like that, your wife. I swear, Dad, I'm so sorry! It was just that she was there, half naked, in my lap, talking about such naughty things. Then when I would show her what I was doing with Aunt Marie, God! It made my head near explode. I hope you're not too angry with me. That you'll forgive me. I swear Dad, the last thing I want to do is interfere in any way between you and Mom. It would destroy me to mess that up."

Dad watched me quietly. "Take it easy, Jeremy. Let's not worry about that right now. I don't think we're going to be any the worse off for you taking a few liberties with your Mom. Let's finish the story, and we can talk about repercussions later. Ok?"

I nodded. I described how Aunt Marie was sitting on my lap, encouraging me to play with her tits. How the touching escalated as I fondled Aunt Marie's boobs and removed her shirt, while she rubbed my cock. "That's how I got Mom's shirt off, but she wasn't rubbing me anymore, she was more fixed on what exactly happened. Every little detail. Even to the point of describing how I'd gotten Aunt Marie off. When I started showing her, I thought for sure she'd stop me, but she didn't."

"Jesus, Jeremy! Don't tell me you fingered your mother!"

I was embarrassed. Obviously he felt I'd stepped way over the line, and he was right. "Dad, listen. It was a crazy time last night. I did some stupid things, and Mom let me. But I don't want to lie to you about it."

"You didn't do everything you did with your Aunt, did you?" He looked both worried and upset.

"No! I made her come for me, exactly like I made her sister, and I explained how the next part came to happen, with her removing her panties and straddling me, both of us practically naked. I don't know if she would have done it, but you have to remember, I still wasn't thinking straight about the competition thing. When I told Mom she might not be able to turn around, lifting her leg straight up in the air, over my head, like Aunt Marie had done, Mom gave me grief, and proved she was just as flexible as her sister, if not more so. I guess the Yoga pays off. Of course at the end, she was sitting naked in my lap, facing me, rubbing my hardness between her legs."

Dad shook his head. "I swear, there probably was only one chance in a million of getting your mother like that, and you found it, telling her she couldn't do something her sister could."

I nodded. "I know that now. She's kind of predictable like that. I wouldn't do that on purpose, I didn't know. I told her how worked up I had been with Aunt Marie, about to make a mess, with no way to clean it up. I'm holding her by the hips, sliding her wetness up and down my aching cock. Aunt Marie's solution was to get on the floor boards and blow me. Mom went ballistic when I told her that. She was so angry, I'm surprised she didn't crawl into the back seat and throttle her sister. As it was she told me that we were done with show-and-tell, and she started to get dressed again."

"But you wanted to, didn't you?"

"I had mixed feeling, honestly. I mean, Hell, she's beautiful, and talking about how good she was had me wanting her bad. At the same time, she's my Mom, and as soon as she put on her shirt, I couldn't stop thinking how I'd fucked up, touching her and all. I was practically groveling through my apologies."

Dad put his fully reassembled gun aside, thankfully. "Don't take this wrong, but you don't apologize for doing what any sane man would do. What you did was wrong, not just because she was your Mom, but you betrayed my trust in you. Still, you don't tell her your sorry after you did it. It's a screwed up message. If anything you tell her it was good. Don't thank her like a wimp, and don't apologize." He finished his last beer. "It's water under the bridge. It happened. I'm not happy about it, but I can't say I'm surprised given the situation. Hell, I have to take part of the blame. If you'd started with Alice on your lap, I dare say none of this would have happened." He shook his head, draining his beer. "Your Mom is no longer just your mother, now she's a sexy, beautiful woman. That can't be helped. You understand that you can never say a word about this to anyone, right?"

"Of course! God, who would I talk to about it?"

He held my eyes with his. "Me. You can talk to me. I understand. I'm not going to kick your ass, or punish you for doing what you did. The God's honest truth is I don't know if I'd have had any more restraint. Probably less with Marie. Your relationship with your Mother's changed, for better or worse. Whatever happens in the future, you can talk to me about it. Man to man. And not just about your mother either. Marie, or Penny, or anyone else for that matter. I'm here."

I finished my beer, putting it down, and turning to him. "You know this is messed up, right? Talking to you, about this?"

He nodded. "But I also see where you're coming from. This opening up, this talking about your Mother as a woman, and our history, your honesty about this, it's ... I don't know, it's special. I'm just a guy, you know, and that's my woman. Mine. But you're not some poacher, you're my son. You can't know what that means. Not until you have your own."

I chuckled, humor the instant defense against anything sentimental. And I was afraid if I didn't laugh, I'd cry. "Mom said pretty much the same thing."

"She's right. It's weird. I'm fucking confused. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I want to tear into you for messing with my girl, at the same time I want to congratulate you, and even thank you for opening up about everything. I want to hear about you nailing that teasing bitch Marie, someday soon, and still I want to stop you, knowing how it would drive your Mom bats." He grinned. "If you do manage that one, have your camera ready. Those are some pictures I'd love to see."

"What pictures?" I heard my Mom ask, once more nearly making me leap ten feet in the air. She moved around so damn quietly. We were going to have to put a bell on her, if Dad and I were to have any more private talks.

Dad grinned. "Can I show her? Penny?"

I rolled my eyes, "Dad..."

"I won't if you don't want me to," he said.

"Jeremy! Are you keeping things from me now? After everything?" she asked, suddenly blushing when she realized what she was saying.

I passed the phone over, and gave it to Dad. "Knock yourself out."

He turned away from the table, and patted his lap. "C'mere Alice, let me show you a little of what our boy's been up to."

Mom gave me a smile, then sat down sideways across Dad's legs, the lower part of the robe opening, exposing her thighs all the way to her hip. Sitting in his lap. I was instantly jealous. That should be my lap she was sitting on. She was my lap Mom.

They were both huddled around the phone screen, getting an eyeful of my girlfriend's efforts. Penny would be horrified. "Hey, guys, you can't talk about this, Ok? It would kill Penny to know I was letting anyone see those pictures."

"We'll keep it in the family," Dad told me, while Mom figured out how to zoom in on parts of the picture.

"Who's that remind you of?" Mom asked jokingly, holding the camera up to Dad.

Dad grinned. "A certain, inexperienced freshman as I recall." Dad turned to me. "I still can't believe you're not hittin' that. She's a cutie."

I rolled my eyes. "We had this discussion. I'm going to give it a shot, Ok? It's not like it's that easy. We've been away at the cabin half the time, and even when we're both around, it's a little tough to find places to be alone."

Mom turned to me, and I saw that Dad had his arms around her waist, one sliding inside her robe, obviously playing with her tit. "It you want some privacy, you can always bring her around here. I'll make sure to give you a little space. You always have your bedroom."

I was more than a little surprised. "Over Christmas break you gave me hell for bringing a girl into my bedroom."

"That was before. You've graduated, about to go off to college. Things are different. And besides, it was that trashy little whore Tammy I disapproved of, not you having a nice girl like Penny over."

"Jesus, Mom! Now you tell me? Hello? A little info like that might have helped."

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Me? If we knew a little about your girlfriends, and we didn't have to hear about it second hand, maybe we could have talked about it. You think I like having to hear about your conquests from Marie? You never tell me anything anymore."

I blushed. She was right. I was very private about that kind of stuff, at least until the last two days. I sat back. "You're right Mom. As always. Don't you get tired of always being correct?"

She smiled. "Nope. But I'll take a little of the blame. It's not like we'd opened up much in the past."

Dad laughed. "Not like the last 24 hours, that's for damned sure."

I nodded. "No more secrets. Hell, I could use some advice. It's not like I've made much progress on my own."

Mom grinned, turning the phone screen toward me, with the close-up of Penny's mouth wrapped around my shaft. "Not doing too bad." She showed Dad the image. "What do you think?"

"I wouldn't be whining," he smirked. "She might be new at that, but she looks willing enough. You'll be able to train her. Hell, I bet in a few weeks, she'd put your Aunt to shame."

"Harold!" Mom hissed, poking him.

"What? It's true, and you know it! Attitude is 9/10 of a great blow job, and your sister is the poster girl for the wrong one." He turned to me. "How does Penny feel about it?"

God, these conversations were becoming awkward. "She was the one who suggested it, actually. She was worried she wouldn't be any good, but I have to say, she seemed to like doing it, and once I got that first one, the next dozen or so were all incrementally better. And she swallows with a smile. I like that a lot."

Mom grinned. "Sounds like a keeper. Some girls really like doing it. And if they do, they usually become very good at it. You just have to keep working with her." She turned, her arm around Dad's neck, hugging him. "Your father taught me almost everything I know."

Dad grinned. "She knows a lot. She was a complete natural. By our second week together, she was the best I'd ever had." He was still fondling her. Her movement in his lap, and his caresses had opened her robe halfway, and I was seeing a lot of flesh. I could have seen her tit if Dad's hand wasn't in the way.

Mom smiled. "Have her over soon. Maybe for dinner. We'll let you have the evening with her, and see if you can't make a little more progress." Mom was wiggling in Dad's lap. "What's got you so worked up?" she asked him, making a show of rubbing her ass against his crotch. "You like the idea of that little girl giving our boy a blow-job, don't you? Maybe you'd like to help train her? Pretty little teenager choking on your big, thick cock?"

"Please," Dad growled. "You and I both know she couldn't hold a candle to you."

"Big blue eyes looking up at you, pushing her hair back out of the way so you can see her beautiful face," she said softly, slowly, sexily. "Teenage painted lips stretched tight around your thickness. Holding her head while you pushed past her resistance, her innocent tongue teasing you. Don't tell me you wouldn't like that."

"Mom!" I said. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about."

"Alice," Dad said warningly.

She laughed. "Oh, so it's Ok for you to feel up your Dad's girl, but you would begrudge him the same? Don't you think you should at least let him hold her in his lap, both of them naked? Wouldn't that be fair?"

"God, Mom, this isn't some kind of trade!"

Mom grinned, reaching down between her and Dad. "Your father likes the idea. A lot. I can tell, even if he won't admit it. The big guy don't lie."

"Enough, Alice!" Dad barked. "This kind of teasing is why he doesn't share more of his life with us. Nobody likes a tease."

Mom pouted. "I'm not teasing. Not completely," she said softly.

He lifted her off his lap. "You're done teasing me," he growled, standing up and jerking his pants down roughly. I could see why Mom said Dad and I were so much alike.

"Harold!" Mom gasped.

"Now Alice. I'm not waiting a minute more."

She stood and moved next to him. "Let's go upstairs. I'll make it good."

"You'll do it now. Don't make me repeat myself."

Mom took off her robe, suddenly naked except for panties, folding it and putting it in front of Dad's feet before kneeling on it. "Jeremy? Can your father and I have a little privacy?" she asked piteously.

I started to stand up, but Dad glared at me. "Sit down. Don't let her tell you what to do."

I was embarrassed for her. She was already licking Dad's hardness, her eyes glancing over at me in shame. "She's my mom. She's supposed to tell me what to do."

"Not when she's naked. Then she's a woman. And you're a man, or I hope to God I've raised you to be a man. Sit down and see what a real blow-job should be like. Then you can give your girlfriend some pointers next time around."

"Please, Harold," Mom pleaded, stroking him. "This is wrong." For someone who thought it was wrong, Mom wasn't hesitating over performing in front of me. Hell, she even turned to give me an improved view.

"How is this any worse than you playing grab-ass with him in the car, 3 feet from me. Letting him make you come on his fingers. You forgot to mention that little detail, didn't you? And Marie gave him a blow-job? How come I find out about that from him, and not from my wife of 19 years."

Mom had to pull his cock out of her throat to answer. "I told you about Marie. How she said she loved his taste."

"No, you said she told you he had the sweetest cock. That could mean anything."

"I...I thought I told you," she whined.

"No you didn't. You were holding back. Hell if I know why. Your sister gave our boy a blow-job in the back of our car, and you didn't think that was worth sharing with me?" He turned to me. "You weren't lying, boy, were you?"

He seemed pissed off. I wasn't going to contribute to it if I could help. "No Dad. Aunt Marie sucked me the whole time we were talking about our hunting. It was so dirty. When I told you about taking the shot, that 'Bang' was when I came in her mouth. I came a ton, and she swallowed every drop." I was watching Dad hold Mom's head and push her down on his cock. "We barely had time to get dressed before we were getting gas, then she had to go and tell Mom that I had the sweetest cum. Mom was furious by the time we left."

Dad looked down at Mom, while her eyes looked back and forth between us, sucking him deeply. "Was the Colin stuff crap, just to get Jeremy away from your sister?"

She pulled off gasping. "No. He was being bad, I swear. But that was only part of it. I did want our boy away from that conniving slut. From the very beginning, but you were being obstinate. You wanted him with her, didn't you?" Mom sounded angry. "You knew what would happen."

Dad was standing the whole time. After her accusation he sat down, opening his legs, and pulled her forward, back onto his cock. "You were both drunk, wearing only a t-shirt and panties, and practically begging to sit on the boys' laps. I thought it would be better if it was her on his lap, rather than you. God, woman, you're too much temptation for the boy. An ass like yours rubbing against him for 2 hours? I couldn't do that to him. So I gave him Marie. I knew you could handle Colin."

Mom's head was bobbing up and down in his lap. I pulled my chair closer for a better view, the steel legs scraping noisily against the concrete, no subtleness about it. Mom turned her head, and I almost crapped my pants when she winked at me. Things got quiet for a few minutes, while Mom took exquisite care of Dad. He reached for his beer which appeared to be just out of reach. I got up and got it for him, so he wouldn't have to move. He took a long swig. Mom just kept on going. And going.

I finally had to ask, "Jesus, Dad, how can you last this long? With Penny, I was lucky to last two minutes. Same with Aunt Marie. Against that assault I don't think I'd last 30 seconds."

He chuckled. "A lot of practice and training. Tell him, Alice, how long did I last the first few times?"

She pulled off of him, and I saw she was smiling, stroking his thick cock. "First time? Not even 5 seconds. As soon as he was in my mouth he was coming. God, I almost choked to death. I wasn't ready for it." She looked up at Dad and smiled. "He wanted me bad back then." A long slow lick had me squirming.

Dad laughed. "Back then?"

She grinned, sucking him once, deeply. "I don't think he lasted more than a couple of minutes ever in those first few weeks. But we worked on it together, taking breaks when needed, changing things up, learning together. Doing it back-to-back helped. Now, he comes when he wants to, no matter what I do." She lowered her face, looking at me, while she sucked.

Dad chuckled, reaching down and caressing her face. "Don't believe her. She lets me enjoy it, but when she's determined, I'm still helpless. She's playing now. She knows it, and I know it. It's obvious she likes giving you a show. I could go another ten minutes easy, but if she wanted to, she could have me coming in less than two." He looked down at her, brushing her hair back. "Go ahead, baby. Show him."

Mom looked at me, a smile turning up the edge of her lips. Then she went to work. She took him deep, one hand moving underneath him, the other wrapping around his shaft below her lips. She sucked him fiercely, aggressively, her mouth pounding down on him, his entire length disappearing. Dad leaned back moaning softly, while she did her magic.

I eased in closer, amazed, even though I'd been on the receiving end once. I hadn't been able to see it then, and it was a sight to behold. I pulled her hair back away from her face, and caressed her back with my hand. I could feel her tremble when I touched her.

Dad was right. It couldn't have been more than a minute before he was holding her head and exploding between her lips, groaning her name. Her movements changed, becoming more gentle, more playful, while she finished him. When she pulled away a full minute or more later, he was only half-hard, and his cock was clean.

He tilted up her chin, smiling. "Still incredible. The best ever."

Mom gave his cock a kiss, then climbed back into his lap. He held her close, and they kissed briefly.

"Did you notice?" she asked him. "When he pulled my hair back and touched me? God, I came so hard, I almost had to stop."

Dad smiled, his eyes only for her. "I noticed. So fucking hot, I almost lost it right then." He turned to me. "Was your Aunt anything like that?" he asked with a smirk. He knew the answer.

I shook my head. "Jesus, Dad. I didn't know. Aunt Marie didn't blow me, she let me come in her mouth. I'm going to have to teach her how to give a blow-job like that."

Mom and Dad both laughed. "Good luck with that," Dad said. "I'd concentrate on Penny, she's a lot more likely to have that kind of potential. Give her 20 years, and maybe she'll be half as good as your mother."

Mom blushed. "Now you're teasing me," she said softly.

"God's truth. You are one in a million. Saying she'll be half as good as you in 20 years is giving her the benefit of the doubt," Dad told her, hugging her close. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."

He turned to me. "Show's over, young man. I'm going to take your gorgeous Mom upstairs now. You know how I told you she has the most incredible ass ever? I'm not talking about how it looks."

She giggled, doing a little wiggle in his lap.

I stood up and gave her a hand, getting up off of Dad. I leaned over and picked up her robe, opening it for her. She slid her arms into the sleeves, before turning to face me. "Enjoy the show, Jeremy?" She reached down and rubbed the front of my pants.

"Don't tease the boy, Alice," Dad growled.

She pouted cutely. "Close the deal with Penny, or you'll be getting blisters on your palms."

Dad opened his arm for her, and she slid in close. "Can you clean up for us, son?"

"No problem. Have fun," I teased.

He smiled. "I can pretty much guarantee that."

Fifteen minutes later I was upstairs. The parents were the noisiest they'd ever been, and when I walked by their room, I saw the door was wide open, and Mom was riding Dad, facing the door. She smiled and winked at me, then lifted her hips high, and let me see her slowly take his full length, groaning loudly. I headed for my room, leaving my door open as well, taking my time releasing my own need, several times, while imagining it was me making Mom scream like that.