NovelEnglishMom Does Anything:>Ep48
"No, | am," Dad said, looking at his glass. "I've found that | can have four fingers of whiskey before | take my
pills, and then I'll be out for ten hours straight. Not even a thunderbolt from Zeus could wakeafter that." Dad
looked at his phone. "It's six now; I'll be out by eight and up by six-thirty, well-rested."
"As long as it's safe," | said.
"Between you and me," Dad said, lowering his voice, "I need the rest. | went to the gym today to work on my
cardio. Your mother has been wearingout the last couple of days."
"Ah, Dad," | said. "Why would you tellthat?"
While the words that left my mouth sounded like the response a good son might have given, on the inside, |
thought, | wish we could brag about Mom to each other. Was | odd for wanting to share my mother with my dad?
| had glossed over several incest stories in the last few days, and they were always about sons who stole their
mothers from their fathers, but | loved my dad. What would it be like to have Mom walk around naked for us,
taking her whenever we wanted, or having Mom give us blow jobs while we watched sports together? What
would it be like to have Mom as our sex slave?
"Hey," Dad said, "if | have to hear about how my son is trying to have sex with his girlfriend then you can listen
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttobrag about my sex life."
"What if grandpa talked to you about grandma?" | pictured my grandmother, who was sixty-three or four. She
belonged on any magazine with a Sexy Over Sixty cover story. My grandma had a Jayne Seymour-like appeal
with a fit, older woman's body... what would it be like if we double-teamed his mother together? Oh, man, | had
really becfucked up in the head.
"I'd ask him," Dad said, "So, old man, how much Viagra do you have to take to get your willy up?""
"Ah, man," | said, laughing. "Why do you always have to top me?"
"Because," Dad said, "I can't make these kinds of jokes at work anymore since #MeToo, though it seems to be
dying out, doesn't it?"
"You were toppingbefore #MeToo calong," | said, heading toward the kitchen.
"Check on dinner for me, thanks."
"Stick to your four fingers tonight," | said as | walked through the shortcut hallway.
| found Mom in the kitchen, standing at the island with her back to me. She had her long hair pulled up in a
swirling bun gathered at the back of her head with loose strands hanging about in a sexy, I've just-been-fucked,
kind of a mess. Had my father fucked her while | was upstairs? The idea made my dick swell all over again.
Mom was wearing a thigh-length, loose-fitting dress-shirt made of blue cotton with a wide collar and long sleeves
that she had folded back to her elbows and a tie belt at the waist. | knew that dress. | knew that it buttoned
down the center in the front. The cotton was soft but thick enough to hide her nipples and dark enough to hide
any wet spots from her lack of panties.
| stopped at the end of the hallway and said, "I think that you should showthat you're not wearing panties."
Despite my calm voice, a chill ran up my spine. My dad wasn't far away, and though we had fooled around on
the couch with Dad sleeping nearby, | wasn't sure if Mom would surrender herself towith him awake in the
living room.
"Where's your father?" Mom asked. She reached her right arm forward, picking up the glass of white wine sitting
in front of her. She brought it to her lips and drank, helping herself to a long swallow of alcohol.
"On the couch, waiting for dinner." I licked my lips and opened and closed my fist, stretching my fingers. "Should
| tell him it will be ready in ten minutes?"
"Five," Mom said. "If you tell him ten, he may cin here and try to will his food to finish faster, but if you tell
him five, then it might take him ten."
"Dad," | shouted, "you got five minutes!"
"Thanks!" Dad yelled back.
"I could have done that," Mom said, tilting her head as her shoulders shook with mild laughter.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Showyour ass," | whispered to my mother, eyeing the way her cotton shirt dress hung atop her ass, giving
off faint impressions of its pear shape and curves and the crack of her ass. "But your father...."
"I'm making you do it," | said. "You have to."
Mom set down her glass of wine. She reached back with both of her hands, grabbing the sides of her dress. The
fabric bunched and twisted as her fingers pinched the cloth against her thumbs, and with a small hip shuffle, she
dragged her dress up the backs of her thighs.
My hard-on grew, thickening and pushing my shorts outward, the lack of my boxer briefs allowing air to flow
between my thighs and around my balls, givinga light exposure that madeshiver. The crease between
the backs of Mom's thighs cinto view, then the bare flesh of her cheeks, her pussy shadowed by her butt
and dress, the dimmer lighting, and the angle of my gaze. She raised her dress to the small of her back, then
gathered the material and pulled it forward, tightening the hem of her skirt around her waist.
"There," Mom said, accusingof something with resentment in her voice. "Now, what are you going to make
"Stand still and listen for Dad," | said as my heartbeat rose.
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