The Slut Within: Recovery

Alice and I didn’t last long after the funeral. In retrospect it was obvious that we wouldn’t have made it. Her life after high school was way to different from mine. I was constantly busy with the aftermath of Dad’s death. Legal issues with the will and how to set up the money he left for Mom. What to do with his car, clothes and small details that I’ve forgotten now. She started rolling her eyes if I would talk about them. It started bothering me and about a month after he died I blew up one day.

“What’s wrong with you? My Father died, I have things to do. And you’ve seen Mom. She needs help right now.”

“That doesn’t mean we can’t go to clubs on the weekends!” Then she said what sealed our fate. “And your mother is really milking playing the grieving widow!”

I contained the explosion that went off inside me. Those fucking clubs that she insisted we go to were loud enough that you had to yell at each other to talk. But that wasn’t a problem for her because when we were there most of the time she was looking around to make sure people were looking at her. At that point I realized her intelligence was focused on maintaining the image she had of herself. And that my attraction to her wasn’t love, it was nothing more then being flattered that a beautiful woman like her would date me.


All that came together. I looked at her and calmly said, “Fuck your clubs and fuck you.” She got scared, left and we haven’t seen each other since. I wish her well.

Mom was in a depression for a couple of months. She functioned at the funeral and wake but she was just going through motions. Her voice was flat. I would leave her house at night and go back early in the morning before work. If I left her on the couch she would be laying on it in the morning. Her garden in the back was dying.

After Alice was out of the picture I took two weeks off and stayed at the house with Mom. One day I was standing by the patio doors, looking at the dead and dying plants. I tried to bring Mom back to life by asking her what we should do with her garden. She gave me flat answers which wasn’t what I wanted. I sat next to her on the couch, put my arms around her and said, “Please, Mom. Please come back. I’m going to need you.”

It was the right thing to say. She looked at me and started crying. The first time since Dad died. No sobbing, just tears, like a long afternoon rain in the summer, washing away the sorrow. “I’ve been so happy the last two years. I thought it would last longer.” she said.

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And she was happy those two years. Sometimes in life you meet charismatic people that don’t want anything from you, they just want your well-being. Mom became one of them. She took turns cooking our favorite meals. Other times she somehow knew what Dad and I would need that day for this and that and in the morning, before work, she had it waiting for us.


One day, before I moved out, I came home to Dad’s dinner cooking. I always leave my Carharts and boots in the garage and walk in with jeans and a t-shirt. She came up to me when I got in the house and put her arms around my neck. She took a deep breath and said, “You smell so good.”


I smiled at her and said, “That’s sweat Mom.”


“Whatever it is it’s a Man smell.” She ground her pussy against me and said, “Your Mother needs you.” Between Dad and me, Mom had quit wearing panties and bras in the house. She pulled her dress off. Then she pulled my t-shirt off and knelt in front of me. My pants and boxers fell to my ankles. She was kissing my cock when Dad came home. She looked around my hip at him. I heard him put his briefcase on the counter and laugh.


“Honey, I’m home.” he said walking towards us. He leaned over and kissed Mom on top of her head and said, “I seriously doubt that there is any other house in the city, or state, where this scenario is being played out.” Mom put her arms around his waist and hugged him. She ran a finger on his growing cock in his pants and looked up at him.


“Does the patriarch of the family want to join us?”


“I’m going to make a drink and watch.” he said. When he came back Mom maneuvered herself and me so Dad had a good view.


The Saturday before, Mom had sat on her bed, in front of the mirror, and told us to get on either side of her. We ended up with our cocks touching her cheeks. She pulled her head back a little and pulled us closer so that our cocks were now on the corners of her mouth. “If a picture were taken of this it would be called ‘Fantasy Fulfilled.’” she said. Then she put her lips on my cock head but only part of it. Her upper lip was across the head at an angle and her tongue worked the sensitive part underneath. You could see half of the ridge of my cock with the rest in her mouth. It was a very erotic image. Mom said so and had me take a close up of it later with her and Dad. Dad’s cock and Mom’s lips across the ridge and part of her nose. It turned out so good that they had it blown up. It’s still in her bedroom.

Mom did that open mouth thing on me in front of Dad while she looked at him. After a minute she turned her eyes to his lap and saw that it had gone the way of all flesh, pointing to the sky. She looked back up at him and smiled and he smiled back.

Mom had me lay down and straddled my hips, looking at Dad as he looked at her pussy engulf my cock. When it was all in she started moving her hips around and playing with our pubic hair, mixing it together. Then she got serious. She leaned over me with her hands on my shoulders. Her movements got more precise and controlled. Every so often she would put her head back and take deep breaths. On one of them she looked at Dad and said. “I love you Bill.” I smiled inwardly. Riding her sons’ cock and telling her husband she loved him. I tilted my head back to look at Dad and then back to Mom. There was a look between them that I promised myself I would have some day with a woman.

Mom took one more deep breath and climaxed. She slowly laid on top of me with her head on my chest while I ran my fingers on her back. Dad and I didn’t say anything, letting her enjoy herself. She sat up after a while and smiled at Dad. “You are so beautiful, Nancy.” Dad said. And she was. There was a slight rose color on her cheeks, she felt our love for her, she was satisfied and happy. Then she looked down at me.

“Oh, baby,” she said, “are you feeling left out?” as she brushed my hair and gave me a kiss.

“No. I just saw what I want in my future.”

She kissed me again and shook her pussy from side to side with my cock still in it. “I bet I know what you want right now.” She walked backwards on her hands and knees and got between my legs. Dad and I watched as she took my wet cock in her hand and this time engulfed it with her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times, furrowed her brow and went, “Mmmm.” She pulled off and said, “I taste good.”


Both Dad and I, at the same time, damn near in harmony said, “We know,” Mom laughed and then, with lots of joy and slurping sounds, Mom sucked my cock and drank my cum. She didn’t drain the shaft-cum, she let it pool on my belly and then dipped each nipple in it. Then she looked up at Dad and with a pleading face, held an arm out towards his boner. With her mouth open she said “Ah, ah, ah.”

Dad laughed and said, “Tonight, my beautiful wife. Tonight I’m going to take my time and make you glad you married me.”

But her main happiness during those years was that Dad took her to Europe for three weeks. I didn’t know the old man had it in him. They flew into Frankfurt, got a car and took a road trip. They sent me emails from all over and one picture. It was from a French Mediterranean beach. Dad had taken the picture. Mom was leaning back on her elbows, naked, one knee up, her perfect pussy the focus of the picture, with that smile on her face. On either side and behind her was nothing but flesh of all shapes and colors. She had sent the picture with the caption, “The orchid misses you.”


When they came home I picked them up at the airport. They came out walking next to each other, holding hands and pulling their suitcases. Mom had on one of those blouses that Mexican women wear in old cowboy movies. Her obviously bra-less tits, that I’d missed so much, looked like they were having a dance party inside it. Neither one of them gave a damn at all the looks Mom was getting. And they could get away with it because they were a good looking couple.

When we got to the house I told them that they look younger, healthier and happier. Mom put her thumbs at the top of her blouse, pulled it under her tits and said, “Look, no tan lines.” Dad and I smiled. Mom pushed them out at me and said, “Give them kisses. They missed you.” I did. Mom left them out and hugged me. “Come over for dinner tomorrow and spend the night. We’ll lay in bed and show you pictures.”

We had a nice dinner the next night and then undressed and got on the bed. Mom had gone through the pictures and picked out the best 30 or 40. She put the stack on her pussy and started handing them to me, explaining. There was one of Mom under the middle of the Eiffel Tower. Dad had taken it from about 20′ away with one of the arches of the tower way up high behind her. She had her arms up and a happy look on her face. There were pictures of castles and them drinking coffee at tables around town squares. They looked and were dressed like ex-pats who had gone native.

The last picture was upside down. Mom handed to me and I turned it over and looked, then brought it closer and looked again. Mom and Dad were naked and he had taken the picture. You could see part of his belly and then Mom..with his cock..in her mouth. Behind her there were lots of other naked people laying and walking. On either side you could see parts of towels and bodies. My jaw dropped and I turned my head to see the smiling faces of my parents. Dad put his hand on Mom’s inner thigh and rubbed it up to her pussy. “Ron, we have to accept that your Mother is an exhibitionist because that was the best blowjob she’s ever given me.”

Mom, with a happy smile said, “See that cute ass on the right?” I looked at it. It had to belong to a young woman and she was laying on her side. “She was doing the same thing. And it may have been her father because he was much older then her.”

“We were thinking of extending our stay and have you join us so your Mother could really enjoy herself.” Dad said.

“That would have been so much fun.” Mom said and started arranging her pillows. “I really missed our Saturdays with your Father and you inside me.” She laid down on the pillows and spread her knees. She looked at me and said, “Please baby, it’s been three weeks. I need to be fucked by my son.”

A little note. In the two years we were having our threesome I never heard Dad swear. But oh, he loved to hear Mom and me. From the day Mom came into my room and said I have a cock instead of a penis we have used street words for what we were doing. I remember one Saturday when she put her verbal skills to work. I was waiting my turn while Dad was in Mom and she said, “Bill, our son is watching us fuck. He’s watching his parents fuck. He’s hiding there looking at his Father fuck his Mother. I bet he wants to fuck me. I bet he wants to be the one fucking his Mother. Show him Bill, your his role model. Show our son how a husband should use his cock in his wife’s pussy.” He was pounding her hard and Mom’s ass almost lifted off the bed. “OH! OH! Fuck me hard, Bill but don’t cum in my pussy. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want our son to see his Mother sucking a cock.” What she was saying had gotten to Mom as well as Dad. Her pussy was matching his cock in energy and attitude. “I want to suck our son’s cock, Bill. I want his teenage cum in my mouth. And I’ll leave the door open. You can watch a Mother giving her son a blowjob.” Mom started to go rigid and Dad moaned. He pulled out of Mom’s pussy and quickly stuck his cock in her open mouth. Mom finished her climax drinking her husband’s cum while her son watched.

I went to the valley and took my time putting my cock in Mom, savoring the sensation of every fraction of an inch that went into her. She turned her head to Dad and made a circle with her lips. Dad got on his knees and slid his cock in her mouth. Mom laid there, limp, a blissful look on her face, her arms at her side while her husband and son, slowly, lovingly took care of her needs.

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Mom did come back after her cry. Her voice had more life in it and she began to bring her garden back to life. I brought Chinese for dinner one night and after we were finished Mom and I sat in the back, with her wine and my beer. We talked and after two glasses she put a hand on the inside of my thigh and said, “I wonder if any satellites are taking pictures of us.”

My head snapped towards her and she had a real smile on her face, the first one after the funeral. “Lets go to bed baby.” she said and stood up. We walked into the house and Mom went to get ready for bed while I locked up. During the whole time after the funeral neither Mom or I thought about sex. And when I would spend the night with her we slept in my old room, me wearing boxers and Mom wearing a nightgown. This time, Mom went to her bedroom and I got there just as she slipped under the sheets, naked. I joined her, naked.

I laid on my back and Mom put a leg over me. It felt so good to have her moist, warm, furry pussy on my body again. I had an arm around her, put the hand on her cheeks and pushed her onto me. She wiggled her pussy. “Oh, yea.” I said. Mom kissed my chest and hugged me.