My Mom Jenny – Part 1 (repost)

My name is Michael, and this is a story about me, and my exploits as a teenager. I’m 16 years old, I’m in the 10th grade, and I’m fairly average in every way. I look average, I’m pretty average at sports, and I’ve got an average popularity in school. I’m just average. I have an average family, a dad who’s hard working at the age of 46. His name’s James and he works as a lawyer. A hardworking guy, who loves his family, he cares for everyone, and he’s well-loved within the community. My mom’s name is Jenny, and she got pregnant by my dad at the age of 17, and gave birth to me at 18. She’s 34, and looks really good and young. She’s very well built, a beautiful blonde, who was curvy in all the right places. She works out to stay in shape, and is the perfect housewife. I also have a little sister. Melissa is 14, and the light of my father’s life. She’s a freshman at my high school, and is loved by everyone. She’s gorgeous, with a head full of blonde hair, the spitting image of my mother, she’s intelligent, and she’s a lot of fun to be around.

And like all families, we all have secrets. My sister’s secret is that while my father thinks she’s an angel, she’s a lot of fun to be around and loved by everyone at school because she’s the school slut. She is intelligent, but that doesn’t stop her from giving some of our teacher’s head and offering up her pussy in exchange for some extra credit. My mother’s secret is that she’s actually the neighbourhood whore. She works out by fucking day in and day out, every opportunity she gets, and with anyone she can. While nobody really knows that I know, I know that my dad is having sex with his sister, my Aunty Jackie, who also happens to be his secretary.

And my dirty little secret was that I lost my virginity to my mom, and was my sister’s usual pimp, and both of their regular lay’s. I was an incestuous, fucked up character, who didn’t have any need for a girlfriend because I was getting all the pussy I wanted from the two bombshells in my house.

My mom, like I said earlier, is super well-built, and has a non-stop pussy that just doesn’t quit working. My sister was an early-bloomer and is also fairly well built. At the ripe old age of 14, she’s got a solid B cup, and stands at 5’2”, versus my mom’s EE cup and standing at 5’1”. My dad used to play sports when he used to be in college, and didn’t really lose his shape. He’s still muscled, and is a handsome guy, standing in at 6’2”, and with your classic handsome good looks. I’m like a miniature version of him, standing at 5’10”, and with a slim, athletic build.

The way it all started was probably when I was a kid. Like I said, we were healthy, wealthy, and life was good for us. I always had my own bedroom, just as Melissa always had her own too. When I was about 9 years old, I came to realize that my perfect family was a little fucked up. I first caught my mom with one of the neighbours, Mr. Stevens, on a Saturday morning. It wasn’t anything huge, but my dad was out attending to a client with Aunt Jackie in a different state, and I happened to wake up early because I thought I heard something. My 9 year old imagination running wild, I snuck out of my room and checked to see if there were thieves that broke into my house. It was early, around 6am, and I heard the noise again. It sounded like it was coming from the kitchen, so I snuck down the stairs, and creeped around till I was able to see what was going on. To my surprise, I saw Mr. Stevens leaning against the counter with his pants around his ankles, and my mom was kneeling in front of him with his cock in her mouth, and she was moaning around it, with drool dripping down onto her apron. She was butt naked, with only the apron on her, and her blonde hair was tied into a pony tail, which Mr. Stevens held onto while he fucked her throat.

Realizing this wasn’t something that I wasn’t supposed to witness, I snuck back upstairs and crawled back into bed. After 3 hours of lying there, I got out of bed, brushed up, and went downstairs to get breakfast from my fully clothed mother. That was the first day that I saw some chunky liquidy stuff that looked like white ketchup on my mom’s cheek.

“Hey mommy, what’s for breakfast?” I asked softly.

“Oh, just cereal and milk. Are you feeling well-rested, baby?” she asked me sweetly.

“Yea, momma. Umm, you got something on your face mommy.”

“Oh my, I’m sorry.