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on her nipple. Mom put her feet down on the deck and started lifting herself up and down. This time it was Dad who moaned as Mom started driving down faster and harder. Mom was making little yelping noises that had my hand starting to move faster across my lap.
    Mom wrapped her arms around dad’s shoulders and started bucking wildly on him. She was slamming down on him so hard I could hear their skin slapping together. Mom lifted up, then seemed to hesitate before dropping down again. This time she stayed on dads lap and started to move much more slowly. Dad had stopped moving his hips and Mom was starting to wiggle side to side on him. I thought she was teasing until I heard my father say, “I…I can’t finish, I…” he sighed disgustedly and I felt my erection beginning to fade. “Never mind Cynthia I…”
    Mom stopped him with a finger to his lips and said, “No worries baby, this just gives me an excuse to be your dirty girl.” She slid off dad’s lap and got to her knees. Looking up at him, she licked her lips, “This way I get to taste it,” she said softly, and lowered her head to his lap.
    Unlike before, Mom wasn’t teasing and her head was bobbing rapidly as she worked Dad with her mouth. Mom was moaning around him again and I could hear her making wet sloppy sounds as she sucked his cock. Dad started moaning and bucking his hips and Mom moved her head even faster. Dad gasped loudly and began thrusting his hips into mom’s descending mouth. My cock was back on the rise as I watched my mother slobbering on his cock like a porn star. Dad gasped and released a long loud moan and stopped moving his hips.
    Mom moaned softly and began to bob her head slowly. Dad groaned and slumped back into his chair gasping for breath. Mom sat back on her knees and throwing her head back made a show of swallowing. She opened her mouth and said, “All gone!”
    “Goddamn Cyn,” Dad panted, “You are a dirty little girl aren’t you?”
    “I’m your girl baby.” Mom said and standing up sat on his lap and hugged him.
    “I…I’m sorry I lost it,” dad said softly, “I…I just…”
    “No worries Kenny.” Mom said, stroking his thinning hair. “You got your dirty little wife off nice and hard and you felt damn good.” She giggled, “Tasted good too.”
    “You’re a good woman Cynthia,” dad said and kissed her softly.
    “And you’re the best man I know.” Mom replied.
    I put my head down and closed my eyes. I felt dirtier hearing them talk like this than I had watching them have sex.
    “You tired baby?” Mom asked.
    “Yeah, I think I need to lay down.”
    Mom helped him pull his shorts up, then closed her robe. When he stood, she took his hand and they made their way towards the door. I pushed myself as far back in the room as I could so Mom wouldn’t see me. As they passed, dad looked over into the room. I doubted he could see me, but must have known I was there as he nodded in my direction. They passed my line of sight and just as the door closed I heard dad go into a long coughing jag.
     
     

Chapter Three
    I was laying on my bed staring at the ceiling and wondering when dad was going to talk to me. As it had been all day, the image of my parents having sex kept running though my mind. That image was always accompanied by a feeling of guilt. Sadly that feeling wasn’t just over the fact that I’d watched, but because I had gone to my room afterwards and jerked off to the images of Mom’s perfect tits and the way she eagerly sank to her knees. I’d tried not to, but I couldn’t stop thinking about it and my cock was aching. I’d started stroking it thinking of some of the hot times I’d had with Jen, but her dark hair and eyes kept turning into Mom’s long blonde hair and baby blues.
    Finally succumbing to it, I came hard to the visual of Mom on the railing, her legs around my father and her hands busy on her tits as she came. This morning I’d been too embarrassed to even look at her,