FAMILY ROAD TRIP

FAMILY ROAD TRIP
By Oediplex

Watching the folks do it.
How I got to make it with mom.
You can cum too!


For all sons and mothers who ever thought about committing incest with their parent or child, this piece of erotic writing is produced to make you cum. We all need a cum. To that end . . May your every fantasy take flight! Oediplex 8==3~



Home is where the hard-on is raised

Ever since I turned eighteen I had been listening to my parents make love. Each evening when they retired, I would be outside their door waiting for the action to start. Now our home was a split level, with my bedroom on the third level and theirs the forth. So I could plant myself on the short section of stairs and be ready to scuttle back to my bedroom if they might come out. This arrangement had my head at the foot of their door and sounds were clear and distinct. In other words, I could hear everything but the footsteps on the rug.

Thus I was sometimes caught by surprise, and sent back to my bed incurring my parent’s displeasure. Mainly it was that I was up too late because it was a school night, but sometime it must have been because they were annoyed that I was invading their privacy. However, that occasional nabbing did not deter me from returning on other nights to check if they were going to be doing it. Many times they were tired and just went to sleep. But perhaps a couple of times a week I was rewarded by the sounds of them screwing. Naturally, I was masturbating right along with them, quietly of course so as to neither get caught, nor interrupt our mutual good time.

It was no secret that I did so, though there was an unspoken understanding. My parents, as I learned in conversation with my dad years later, simply decided that I wasn’t going to spoil their fun and didn’t bother to try to police my curious nature. The door was closed and I couldn’t see anything and their language was rather tame though very tender. They got very vocal only when in the heat of passion, as the ecstasy mounted and then as they climaxed. Indeed, the cries of my mother as she peaked in orgasm were the trigger for my own cumming. Then I would spill my sperm on the carpeted stairs, wiping up the goo so as not to leave a stain.

This went on for years through my late adolescence. I oft have speculated that the reemergence of my Oedipal complex was due directly to the fact that my mother was my vicarious sex partner; in my imagination she was my lover. Oh, I had girlfriends and fantasized about many other sexy gals, but mom was the only one that I was actually fucking when we both came. So I had the hots for my mother for years, but never tried to act on it, nor dreamed that it might actual happen one day. But then the road trip came up.

Between kindergarten and first grade a serious illness had set my education schedule back a year, so that in the spring of my junior year in High School I had my eighteenth birthday. Dad was an executive with a very big corporation, and my grades were not great but above average, so I was headed off to college after graduation. I had been interested in a number universities and schools in the Midwest. Dad and mom planned a road trip during that summer, to tour the educational institutions I had wanted to look at, in order to see each campus and talk to a few admissions personnel.

Dad had an important business conference in Chicago in mid-July, so it was the strategy for mom and I to drive out to Indianapolis and he would fly down and meet us. Then we would go in a large round robin of school shopping, stopping every evening at motels, and then head home after a week. Dad’s secretary had set the reservations up; she was a wiz at that sort of logistics. Everything was in place for our journey. The one concession to frugality was that we all would share one room. We were family, no big deal; there are always two big beds anyway.

Now I bet your thinking AH HAH!! . . .that first night when mother and son are alone in the motel room on the way to Indy and dad is not on the scene. Perfect setting for a sexual encounter between me and mom, right? Too bad I didn’t think of that. Or not. If I had tried anything, instead of how things developed actually, perhaps I might have been traveling with two angry parents on my back all that trip. But I never thought of it. I respected my mother and never considered that she might cheat on dad with her son. Nor was I looking to cuckold my father. In fact it worked out much better, as you will discover.


A flash in the night lights more passions

So all went according to plan, and we all arrive in the Hoosier capital. Mom had directions to the airport, where we picked up dad, and then he drove us to the motel. We went out to dinner, and returned to our room. In the morning we would buzz around Butler University before traveling on to our next destination. Now mom changed into a lightweight nightgown in the bathroom. My folks had the bed next to the window and I was opposite the TV. We wanted to get to sleep early to be fresh for the next day’s explorations.

Best laid plans – and all of that. Remember that mom and dad had not seen each other for nearly a week since he was off on his business junket. I had foregone my usual masturbation routine for forty-eight hours since the night before the long drive out. Thus, there were three horny people in that place. I lay quietly, trying to fall into slumberland. My folks must have thought I was asleep, as I was silent and still. I heard their bed creak, and some rustling of sheets. Then there were low hushed tones, a conversation I could make out only snatches of.

Dad said something to mom I couldn’t catch. She replied’ “Do you think he’s asleep?”

Dad whispered, “He’s must be. God, I’m so horny. Come on just a quickie.”

Mom; “What if he hears us, we’ll have to be quiet, can’t make any noise . . oooh!” My father must have moved as the their mattress squeaked from a heavy body. Mom went, “Sshh!”

Dad said, “Lift your bottom”. More shifting, then both giggled. It was obvious they were getting ready to make love. With me in the same room! I could see anything but the dimmest outlines, but I had an instant erection. I took off my jockey shorts as sureptiously as possible to provide freer access to my penis, which I immediately began to handle.

Muffled sounds drifted to my ears from the other bed. I could sort of make out a large dark hump in the dim light that filtered in, through the translucent drapes, from a street lamp in the parking lot. The hump humped; as it rose and fell, so did my hand on my dick. I kicked the sheets off. Just then a car outside our window flashed its headlights as it passed by. The whole room was briefly illuminated. I saw dad on top of mom, her legs were up and the gown had slid to her waist, she wore no panties. His boxers were at his knees. They were both looking right at me, then all went black again.

Mom exclaimed, “Oh my goodness!”

My father said, “Come on, Honey. Its dark again, and he won’t see any us anymore. He won’t hear anything he doesn’t already hear through the door at home and I can’t stop; I’m too close now.”

Mother sputtered, “But . . . but . .” then as dad began to really pound her, I could hear her moan over the slapping sound of their loins striking together. Her own orgasm overwhelmed her as dad was grunting. The sound of their cumming was just as it was back at the house. Mom squealed “I’M CUMMMINNGGG!!! loudly, and dad made a long growl. I popped my cork with them simultaneously and as the jism dripped over my fingers I said aloud, “Me too!” Then the only noise was the gasping for breath by all three of us.

Mother got up and went to the bathroom to pee. By the time she got back, dad was snoring. Instead of going directly to their bed she came over to mine and sat next to me.

“I guess you didn’t see that much after all,” she remarked, “but you still had plenty of fun! Was it more exciting, being in the same room with us?”

“Yeah! It sure was. You’re right, I really didn’t get a good look, but it was a very sexy flash, what little I did see. I wish I could watch when you’re doing it.”

“Nooo, I don’t think so! We’re not a porno movie, we are real people and that would be kind of embarrassing. “ She paused, then she touched me! I mean she began to gently fondle my dick!! I instantly became hard again. “Ah! The recuperative powers of youth!” mom murmured, she was stroking my cock now! “I got to see a little bit, myself, tonight. You have a very handsome penis, sweetie. Did you get all the fun you wanted? Or . . . do you need a little more?” Her voice was a lilting combination of amusement and suggestiveness at the same time.

“More . . . please!” my voice came out as a squeak. The thought of my own mother masturbating me was blowing my mind and I was ready to blow my wad a second time right in her hand!

Mom leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Okay, just don’t tell Daddy.” I could feel her breasts softly pressing on my chest. Her fingers grasp my tool and she quickened her pace. “Do you think of mommy when you listen to us?” again in my ear. She could tell I was nodding yes. And then she could tell that her manipulations had the desired effect, as my erection dribbled out another cum. She kissed me right on the lips and said, “Sweet dreams!” then returned to climb into her bed next to my father. I fell asleep almost immediately. What I didn’t know until later was that she masturbated herself before she fell sleep at last as well.


An open door policy pays off

The next morning, we all pretended as if the evening before had nothing unusual happen. Nothing was spoken, between the three, of us of the rather risqu?vents. Certainly I kept the second round of fooling around confidential, as my mother had told me to. Neither did she make any reference to it, even when we might have had the occasion to, when sometimes alone by ourselves, such as when dad was off parking the car. Nor did mom act like she and I had anything going on between us. I figured that it was a one-time thing, just icing on the cake of the unexpected intimacy between my folks and myself. Nor did I anticipate another opportunity for that family sexual familiarity to repeat itself.

I won’t bore you with our bustling about Butler, nor the hours in the auto traveling that late afternoon to the next college town. Another night, another motel. The room was in the back, on the second floor, so there was no chance of light shining in the window. In fact, it was so dark that mom suggested that the bathroom light be left on and the door opened a crack to provide a ‘nightlight’ so that nobody would trip over unfamiliar furniture. This time the bedding arrangements were reversed with mine being closer to the door and opposite the toilet. We ordered pizza delivered and watched a couple of sitcoms on the tube. Then we settled down to rest.

Only it didn’t quite happen right away. Not too long after the lights were turned out, my mother began to kiss my father. They were long lingering kisses and her hands were playing under the covers with motions that were much like what she had done with me a night earlier. I could see general shapes and shades by the light from the bathroom. My father was responding to my beautiful mother’s advances and after a glance at me, seeing that I was watching them with a sheet pulled over my hips he turned to her and began to participate in their foreplay.

I saw mom make her way down his body with her lips. He lay on his back and let her nibble where she wanted. As she drew down his shorts, I also removed my underpants; mom spotted my movements and smiled at me, raising her eyebrows. Eventually, her mouth found the goal post of her hunger and began to work on dad’s boner. I was working on my own of course. I envied dad’s hands as they caressed mom’s breasts, massaging them through the gown. Some kind of signal passed between them that I missed, but evidently it was time for them to couple, but mom held up a finger and said, “Got to pee.”

While she was on the toilet, dad turned his head toward me and winked. He spoke softly to me, “None of this gets out; it’s all private and stays within the family. I’m surprised your mother is allowing you to watch, but you’re old enough to see porno, so I suppose that you can handle it with out getting mentally disturbed. Understand?” I nodded my head that I did. Just then the toilet flushed and mom reappeared. As she was exiting the bathroom, she did not close the door but instead left it wide open. Though the lighting was indirect, there was plenty to give the bedroom a soft glow. When she paused in the doorframe, with the light behind her, the nightgown was translucent and I saw the svelte outline of her still trim figure.

She went over to dad and swung around so that she was facing the foot of the bed.