I was 15, horny as hell and to boot, my mom had figured out I was fucking our old neighbor, Mrs. Callaway.

So mom, being the nosy person she was, waited one evening and figured out just about when I would be fucking the woman. You see I would spend an hour or two over her house most evenings, chatting, I had told my mom. But her intuition figured it out. She had busted me with my dick in this 68-year-old woman and had embarrassed us both.

Mom slapped Mrs. Callaway and pushed me off of her. I felt like shit, standing there with a raging 10-inch, soaking wet dick, staring in my mom's face.

Mom didn't tell it. That was good. But Mrs. Callaway would see me come home in the evening and she'd quickly walk inside her house, not to return to her porch that evening.

It had been one week since the incident.

As I came in this evening from my friend Lisa's house, working on math assignments, I was overjoyed.

I saw Uncle Willie's Cadillac in the driveway. He was always good to me, being my dad's oldest brother. He had always told me, "Surprise me sometimes Chuck!"

I had a report card chocked full of A's. I knew Uncle Willie would give me $10 each for such performance.

I eased into the backdoor, report card in hand and big smile on my face and then walked to the Living Room, where I knew he and mom would be talking.

Whoa!! I was taken aback by the sight. Mom was on her knees at the edge of the sofa, sucking Uncle Willie's dick. She was naked and Uncle Willie had her huge tits in his hands, massaging them as mom gobbled on his 5 inch, thick, black dick.

Uncle Willie had his head laid back, facing the ceiling. His eyes were closed and all I could hear from him was "uugh. Uugh. Suck that dick Linda. Suck that dick."

Now, he speeded up his assault on mom's mouth. He dropped one tit and grabbed her head with his right hand, pushing her up and down. He was cumming now. Mom let her left hand drop to her pussy and started to rub it, moaning as she worked his dick with her right hand, extracting all of his cum.

All of a sudden, Uncle Willie opened his eyes and stared at me, trying to stand up and cover himself.

"Chuck!" he yelled. Mom looked back with huge eyes, and jumped to her feet, calling my name.

"Uncle Willie, Mom!" I yelled back.

Mom had dropped cum over her huge tits when she called my name. She looked a mess, cum over her tits, down her chin and on the couch and carpet. She covered her bush with the left hand and her right arm gathered up her tits as she ran past me and out of the room. Uncle Willie turned his back to me and started pulling on the drawers that were gathered around his ankles, stumbling toward the couch and catching the arm of it for balance.

"Man, I'm going to tell daddy/ I'm going to tell my daddy Uncle Willie. He's your brother and you're fucking my mama?"

"Wait a minute Chuck!" Uncle Willie shouted. Mom had slammed the bathroom door and I could hear water running.

I guessed she was washing cum off her body.

I ran out the back door, through the back yard and to my friend, Mr. Johnson's house, two streets over.

"Hey Doc," Mr. Johnson called out. "What you smoking today?"

"I got a joint of red bud," I told him.

"Let's go in the house and fire that motherfucker up," Mr. Johnson said.

He was good for chatting with. Most folks left Mr. Johnson alone because they said he had gone crazy in Vietnam. But he and I talked about everything. He stayed to himself and he let me bring girls to fuck at his house -- as long as I brought him a little weed every now and then.

Mr. Johnson was 62, used bad English and cussed a lot. He used "motherfucker" in every sentence.

We started smoking the joint and I said little because of what I had just seen. I was mature, but the scene kept playing in my mind.

"What's wrong Doc?" Mr. Johnson asked. "You seen it today, didn't you?"

"Saw what?" I replied.

You caught her didn't you? Your mama, you know?" Mr. Johnson asked.

I couldn't contain it. I told him what had happened.

I told him what had happened. Mr. Johnson now told me he knew it all along. He also told me about two other guys who were fucking my mom in my father's house while he worked. One was mom's Uncle Walter Thompson, a 60- year-old guy who I never liked.

The other was Sonny Pete, a street corner hustler of about 35. I was outraged.

"I didn't want to tell you Doc because I felt like that wasn't my place. But now that you seen it with your own eyes, you got your mama and your uncle right where you want them," Mr. Johnson said. "Man, I know women. Your mama's probably got all kind of fuck toys hid in her room somewhere. She can't help it. She's hot natured and your daddy can't fuck her enough."

I went home. On the way I passed several friends at Fred's house playing basketball. They told me my mom and uncle had been looking for me the past two hours.

I walked in the house and they both started talking. Uncle Willie was the first.

"Chuck, baby what you saw was wrong. We got carried away," my uncle said.

My mom stood there with her head hanging down, teary- eyed and really sad looking. I wanted to reach out and hug her, but I was too angry. I made my demands because I knew my dad would be home any minute.

"OK, I won't say nothing. But I want $100 a month from you Uncle Willie. And mama, I want to bring my girlfriends home to visit and you leave us here for a couple of hours and not say nothing about what I do," I blurted out.

They both agreed as Uncle Willie went into his pocket, fishing out the large wad of money he carried.

He gave me $150 today and hugged me, getting assurance that I would keep the secret.

Mom couldn't stare me in the face. I was about to run it in really good.

"I don't want y'all doing that no more. And Uncle Willie don't come over here unless my daddy's at home from now on," I said.

Uncle Willie agreed and he left, saying he had to go open his nightclub.

Mom stood there in the kitchen, wearing a blue pant suit with a white turtle neck sweater. She was staring at the floor, trying to explain herself and I stood off from her, listening.

"Mama, let me say this. I don't want you messing with Uncle Willie, your uncle or Sonny Pete no more," I said.

Mama's eyes widened as they jetted up and her jaw dropped in disbelief.

"I know all about them mama. I saw you with them, right there in the front room. You ought to be ashamed," I snapped at her.

She started crying something awful and came to embrace me in a hug. I pushed her away.

"Please Chuck. I'm sorry. I don't know why I did it. I don't know. I know it was wrong, but please don't think bad of me," she pleaded, coming to hug me again.

I stepped away and went to my room. About that time dad pulled into the driveway.

They went to dinner because mama hadn't cooked. I told them to bring me back something because I had homework to finish.

As soon as they left, I got busy searching for the "fuck toys" Mr. Johnson said were in the house.

Bingo!, I found them on the top of the bathroom linen closet. There were two dildos, one white, about five inches long and thin. The other about seven inches long and slightly fatter. There were two sets of Ben-Wa balls, and two egg-shaped inserts with wires running to the handle. I checked them out and put them back as I had found them.

I then went to Lisa's house up the street. Her parents were gone out to dinner. So we fucked for a while. I came twice, she came three times and I went home. Mama and daddy were already in the bed. They had been fucking, which was a good thing.

As I got ready to bed down, dad came to my room across the hall from theirs and told me he'd be leaving the next evening, Friday, to attend a conference in Detroit for insurance agency owners.

He'd be back late Monday. Cool, I thought because on Saturdays, I usually leave home around three in the evening and return just before midnight.

Saturday rolled around and the day passed by as mama walked around the house with her short, yellow sun dress.

She was built. At 5'7'', she was really fine for a 34- year-old woman. She had no fat and was athletically built. She had huge, sort of muscular things and long, hairy legs. All the girls loved her because she was so cute with that little button nose, the freckles and big tits that sat up high.

At 3 p.m., I went to pick up my girlfriend, Sarah. This was a routine. We'd go out to eat, catch a movie and hang out with the other students at the bowling alley, then return home. Oh, we also got time to fuck on Saturdays. My folks knew it would be late before they heard that white Dodge Charger pull into the driveway.

I told mama bye, I'd see her later.

I left. After dinner and midway through the movie, Sarah, who was on her period, started cramping really bad. She was hurting.

So we left. It was about 6:30 when we pulled into her driveway. Her parents were sitting on the porch sipping coffee. We chatted a while and I excused myself so Sarah could take her pain medicine and rest.

I figured I would sit in tonight. As I drove to the house, I saw Sonny Pete's car parked on the back street from my house. Now I knew why Mr. Johnson knew so much. Guys parked there and went through the back yard to see my mama.

I parked behind his car and straight away went through the back yard and eased my key into the lock.

I walked in the house and Al Green's "Simply Beautiful" was playing up really loud. I looked around and then headed to the living room. The door stood cracked. I was floored at what I saw.

Sonny Pete was between my mother's legs eating her pussy. He was sitting on the floor, the same place where mom sat when she sucked Uncle Willie's dick. She had her head back and her eyes closed, rubbing that bald spot on his head with her left hand. Her right hand was rubbing her left tit and tweaking her nipple as the large right tit lay cradled in the joint of her right arm.

The yellow sun dress was crumpled around her stomach. Her lavender panties lay on the floor beside Sonny.

Man, her pussy was hairy! How did a man get his dick into that thing without cutting the head?

I felt my dick stiffen. I had watched a couple of minutes and they didn't know I was there. I walked away, disgusted and angry.

Then I turned around and anger took over. I pushed the door open and they both jumped straight up. Before either could say a thing, I punched Sonny Pete in the mouth, knocking that 5'5'' bastard to the floor. I then started kicking the hell out of him.

Mama stared, trying to straighten her clothes as she tried to stand between us. In my rage, I pushed her to the couch from which she bounced and fell to the floor as I continued whipping Sonny's ass.

After a few select cuss words and more punches, I smelled a foul aroma. Sonny had shit his pants. I was satisfied with the blood that flowed from his mouth and the swelling of his face and eyes.

I had a momentary flashback to the day, four years ago, when my dad had caught mama kissing Sonny Pete in the front room when he came home unexpected. He had beat Sonny unmercifully. My sister, Michelle, who now was at college 1,000 miles away, and I had stopped him from killing this fool.

That day dad beat my mama so bad that we called our grandparents to stop him beating. Mom had two black eyes, a busted lip, bruises over her entire body and she looked like hell. It was four days before she could leave the house the beating was so severe. Dad had left home for three days out of anger and we were all sick after that. Later on, he apologized and we understood the anger.

Dad had flipped when he came home and caught Sonny in his house, trying to fuck his wife. No woman should invite another man into her husband's home. That's playing with death and it's stupid.

I escorted Sonny out of the back door. He could hardly walk. I had kicked him in the balls countless times and I could imagine how he felt.

There standing in my back yard was Mr. Johnson, his .45 ACP in his hand.

"You alright Doc?" he asked.

"Yea, Mr. Johnson. I'm fine. I was taking this punk to his car," I replied.

Mr. Johnson looked at Sonny Pete and shook his head. He stood in Sonny's face and waved his pistol.

"Look crazy motherfucker. I don't get into your business. But you a damn fool sneaking into that man's house fooling with his wife. You lucky your crazy ass ain't dead. If I ever hear of you coming back to this place, I'm busting a cap in your ass, som-bitch," Mr. Johnson said. "Damn man. You done shit your pants. Oooh eeeh. You a stanky motherfucker man. Get your ass on to your car. And if you ever fool with Doc, I'm killing your ass."

Sonny begged Mr. Johnson and assured him he'd not come looking for revenge against me and he'd never fool with my mother again.

"I don't blame you. That boy done whipped your ass something bad man. You look like you're headed to the damn funeral home," Mr. Johnson said.

Sonny left. Mr. Johnson and I chatted briefly and he told me not to be too hard on my mother. He said try to be understanding because she let her need of sex override her common sense. I agreed I wouldn't.

"Remember, that's your mother. Yea. She made a couple dumb ass mistakes, but don't judge her. Don't be hard. She needs your support now. She don't need you throwing up in her face that she fucked up, She already knows it Chuck. And it's tearing her apart. Don't be hard on her," Mr. Johnson said.

When I got back in the house, mama was sitting on the kitchen floor crying and shaking. When she saw me she jumped up and started to try and hug me. I pushed her back and begged her not to touch me.

Mama's crying got more frantic and she sat in a chair at the kitchen table, crying and saying to herself, 'what am I going to do. What am I going to do? What am I going to do?'

Mama was so upset she had forgotten to put on her panties. I stood near the stove, arms and legs crossed and just stared at her, taking in the sight of her full black pussy bush. I could see the pink lips standing open from the excitement Sonny had placed on her. She didn't even think about it. All she had her mind on was getting caught a second time, fucking up on my dad and getting caught.

Mom rose to her feet and tried to hug me. Again, I pushed her away and told her to leave me alone.

She cried even harder, turning her little light brown face red.

"Why won't you hug me Chuck? Why are you treating me like this she said, attempting again to hug me and having her approach rejected," she asked.

Mom then walked away, to the bar and grabbed a bottle of Wild Turkey. She had never been a drinker other than an occasional glass of wine. As she tried to pour a glass of whiskey, she trembled. What I noticed most was the silken sun dress had formed a crease and half her ass was exposed, showing me plenty as she leaned her head onto the bar, still crying with whiskey in one hand.

Sure, I looked at it and it looked good. But I was still plenty angry and I was tired from whipping her boyfriend's ass. I went to my room, closed the door and called my girlfriend. We talked awhile and then I took a nap. It must have been about 8 p.m. when I laid down. I snoozed lightly and around 10 p.m., was awakened by a flash of light peering into my room.

I didn't open my eyes. Instead, I glanced through half open eyes at my mother standing in the hallway, the door cracked about 2 inches and her staring inside. I wondered what was happening, if she was trying to sneak out to go fuck someone.

I continued to fake sleep and made out a motion of her right hand. It was rubbing her crotch.

As my senses came together, I understood. I had a hard on and was laying on my back with my hand inside my drawers. It was pushing the front of my Fruit of The Looms to the maximum.

I got a wicked notion. Still feigning sleep, I pulled my hand from my drawers, letting my dick slip out. It now was pointing toward my chest. It was a huge, raging 10-inch hard on that I and the grown women I had fucked, really admired.

I brought my hand to my stomach and continued.

Now, with half of my dick in plain view, mama kneeled on the floor outside the room, still watching and rubbing her crotch.

Suddenly, I felt sorrow for her instead of anger. She was a plain and simple nymphomaniac. I maintained my stare through nearly closed eyes wondering why she was doing what she did.

I turned over, yawning and the door eased completely shut. I listened and heard her click the lock on her own door, just across the hall.

I rose from my bed wearing only drawers and a tee shirt. I eased my door open and listened at her door.

"Awww. Uuumph. Uuum. Ummm," I could hear her saying softly. I figured she was crying again. Being about 10 p.m., I was prepared to call Julie and ask her could I come by and fuck her.

But then I reached down and turned the knob on mom's door. As I opened it, she lay there pretending as I had, to be asleep.

She had bathed and put on her long pink cotton nightgown. She was lying on her right side, with her left hand inside the gown, clutching her pussy. She was playing possum and couldn't remove her hand from her cunt because I had abruptly entered. I know what I listened to for several minutes outside her door moments earlier.

I had to be the man this evening. I was hard as a rock and my dick was trying to bust my drawers.

My courage was high.

"Mama. Are you asleep?" I asked, nudging her shoulder. She said nothing as she laid there, eyes closed. Her robe was open at the bottom, where her hand clutched her pussy. But remember, she couldn't move the hand because I had opened the door rapidly and she had to continue faking her sleep.

I then made up my mind, I needed to save her from herself.

I pulled off my drawers and that 10-inch slab sprung free, so hard that it slapped my belly like "pop."

I climbed into the bed, laid her flat on her back, all the while, mama not saying anything and still faking sleep.

I opened her robe, pushed her hand to the side and guided the head of my dick through the thick black mat of hair, plunging in as much as I could straight forward.

"Oooh. Chuck! What are you doing? You can't do this Chuck. I'm your mother baby," mama said. "Chuck, get up. Stop this right now! Let's talk about this honey! Are you crazy?"

"I'm saving you from yourself," I told her, as I positioned myself to ease more of my length into her.

Mom was breathing hard saying "Uuumph. Awwww, uumph."

Now she was throwing her pussy upwards, to meet my thrusts.

I locked into a kiss with her, sucking her sweet tongue, savoring the taste of the mint flavored toothpaste she had used earlier.

I could get no more than half of my dick into her. The remaining part felt like it would burst open if I couldn't get it seated. But she was dry beyond the first four inches or so.

I arose from the bed, withdrawing as mom, not sure of what I was doing started begging, "please Chuck. Don't stop. Don't stop baby."

I left the bed, cutting on the lights so I could take in all of her view. Then I l got back in the bed, laying my head between her legs, sticking my tongue into her pussy. The light pink colored lips which had been thin earlier in the day, were now dark red and thicker. They were engorged inside with blood from the slight fucking I had given her.

I found her clit and while licking deep inside her pussy and she moaned, bucked and called my name softly, I held two finger onto her vagina to give me clear access to her small little pink clit.

I sucked her clit and she took a deep breath, becoming more animated. "Aww damn Chuck. Aww damn baby. It's so good. It's so good baby. Oooh baby, my pussy feels sooooo good," she said.

Mom grabbed my head as I was eating her pussy, lapping from top to bottom, licking as far as I could inside her hole, and sucking and licking her clit altogether. She was in ecstasy as my hands tweaked her nipples and rubbed the huge tits.

Now mom used both hands to push the back of my head. She was holding me firm in her crotch, or pussy as I drank her juices and prepared her for my complete entry.

She screamed as she hit the first orgasm, yelling my name, telling me it was my pussy.

After confirming through the discharge of hot slightly salty juices that she had cummed, I climbed back on top of her, spreading her thighs with my knees and re- entering her vagina.

The look in her eyes, the way she stared so intently into my eyes, I had only seen once. It was when I took my girlfriend's virginity. But it was entrancing.

We locked stares as I tried to balance my 6'4'' 200 pound frame so I didn't place too much weight on her. I supported my weight with my hands until I had gotten almost halfway in. She grabbed me and pulled me close, So, I used my elbows now, trying to push all 10 inches into her.

"Take your time Chuck. Take your time baby. I can't take it all at once. But I'll get used to it," mom said.

As I enjoyed the fucking I remembered, everyone else she had been with had 5 or 6 inches. There was 4 inches of new pussy waiting for me and I didn't need to rush it.

After 15 minutes and her cumming twice more, I cummed, spraying gobs into her, making her flinch and go into the yelling of my name once more. We lay there, kissing, caressing and rubbing one another. She was in utter fulfillment, as was I.

I had laid her on the side, ready to enter her from the back. The phone rang. It was dad. She answered and they chatted a while. I pulled out and laid still.

Dad asked for me. Mom called loud as if she was calling to my room, holding her finger to her lips, urging me to be quiet. She got up from the bed, pulled me outside the room and whispered, "Don't act like anything is going on baby. And you're not telling your daddy what you saw today, are you? You're not telling on me?"

I said no. I got on the phone. We chatted and dad said he'd be home Monday night and would call from the airport when he arrived. Remember, cell phones didn't exist back then.

After he hung up, mom and I continued to fuck from the rear as I'm watching my dick disappear into the most lovely pussy I'd ever seen. She cummed, I cummed and we rested a few minutes, then got up and took a shower together and I fucked her from the back as we did so.

She cummed as did I again. But neither of us was satisfied. It was not quite midnight on Saturday night. We were hungry and decided after the shower we'd go to IHOP for breakfast, come back home and fuck more.

That way, we'd have strength to fuck the next morning before we had to get up.

On the way from IHOP, I had mom to pull off her panties and I finger fucked her all the way home, as that lavender skirt rode up her big, pretty thighs. She was more than wet when we walked through the door.

We hit the bed, fucked in all positions and about 3 a.m., fell asleep. Next morning about 10 a.m., I could smell coffee brewing in the kitchen. But the pair of lips that surrounded my dick was the big stimulator.

Mom was sucking my dick without abandon. I had never cummed in a woman's mouth before. This morning was my first time and it was heavenly.

We went to the grocery store, came home and cooked and fucked. I fucked mom seven times that day. I didn't know I had so much energy.

We fucked like that every chance we got. At least five times a week we had hard fuck sessions like that. I either fucked mom or got blow jobs every day for the next two years.

And when I graduated high school, lucky for us, my scholarship was at the local university. So instead of staying on campus, I opted to stay at home, keeping the fire hot for my dad though he didn't know it.

By the way, I resumed my fucking of the widow Callaway. She's now 68 and has some of the best pussy I ever had.

Now, I'm 40, and have a family of my own. Mom and dad do their fair amount of traveling. Dad works 40 hours or less a week, thought he doesn't have to. And every so often mom feels the heat and she calls me up and I go by, or she comes to see me and I give her the king sized hotdog therapy. It's been a great thing too. You see, she hasn't had an affair on dad since we started. I'm confident that we chose the lesser evil over her being out of control and getting caught. This way we can keep the family together always.



  • Anonymous said:
    1 year ago
    my mom was bisexual.she let me watch.it did something to them me watching.they moaned&groaned&screamed.the bed was a mess.my mom treates me real good&gives me some she is oversexed&can squirt 4 feet.me&dad get a real good show every sat.night.
  • Anonymous said:
    1 year ago
    hot storie.my wife is oversexed& bi.she has sex with our daughter.she dosent want our daughter having it in a motel for her safety.they yell&moan.then daughter jumps in bed with me.no one knows about it.the wife&daughter let me watch.its our family secret.
  • Anonymous said:
    1 year ago
    great storie.my mom is bi sexual.i screw her&her & my sister go wild.they let me&dad watch. us watching makes them go nuts.you never heard such moaning&groaning
  • Anonymous said:
    2 years ago
    great story, if it's true where is that woman for me.
  • Anonymous said:
    2 years ago
  • Anonymous said:
    3 years ago
    too bad mom didn't get pregnant
  • Anonymous said:
    3 years ago
    Just my opinion but you should have told your father and let him beat the shit out of her! Women like her deserve to have the shit beat out of them for cheating! Also lesser of two evils that is rich? You are even worse for fucking the slut you called your mother! You are the man you call father/dad's son which means you are supposed to respect and love him not fuck his slut/whore of a wife! To me that cunt/whore you called mother should have be put on the street as a whore and made turn tricks for your father at least he could have gotten paid for the slut instead of being made into a cockhold punt bitch by his own son! Hope you are proud of yourself turning a good man who was working to raise a family into a punk ass bitch man!
  • Anonymous said:
    3 years ago
    You turned your father into a cockhold bitch hope you are proud of yourself!!!!
  • Anonymous said:
    4 years ago
    Its an awe story..I wanna do the same thing to a girl named Koketso