I knew she was cumming, not because of wild cries or screamed obscenities, but rather by her silence. Her body did the talking; thighs trembling and shaking arms, then a few seconds of absolute rigidity before her whole being jolted and bucked and her cunt clamped hard around my cock as the climax exploded within her.  

Once that first crescendo waned, then she made some noises—little moans and whimpers—as the pleasure peaks gradually grew less in their intensity.  

She fumbled for her phone and swiped it open.

“Hurry, baby, we’ve only got four minutes, fuck my brains out with your monster cock and flood me with your cream.” She had no need to worry, because witnessing her orgasm had, as always, triggered mine. A great golden surge rose up my thighs, coiled and gathered in my groin before BOOM, it detonated. Seed rushed up my stone-hard shaft to be shot into my mother’s depths, some primal instinct timing my thrusts so that the sperm was jettisoned at the very apex of each stroke.

She barely waited for me to completely finish before moving forward off me, dropping to her knees, and greedily taking my sensitive penis between her lips to clean me.

I looked at her phone, which still had the Find-My-Fam app open. A little blue dot was moving slowly from right to left on the screen. There was a timer at the bottom. “Two minutes ten seconds, Mum.”

“Oh fuck.” She quickly scrambled into her clothes and, after a deep, passionate snog, said, “Get into the shower. I'll tell him you’ve been for a run. I’m going to the supermarket.”

At the door she stopped and turned. “Freddie, you don’t think he knows, do you? Don’t think he suspects?”

“No, Mum, don’t worry, he’s got no idea.” She smiled and blew me a kiss.

I went through to the bathroom, and as I turned on the shower, I heard the front door open, and Dad arrive home. They exchanged their usual words of greeting, and then of farewell, as Mum went off to the shops. 

I had a long hot shower, relishing how the water cleansed and refreshed my body, reliving how Mum's plump bottom bounced and jiggled as I took her like that, standing up from behind, my cockhead crashing into her G-spot, making her tremble, making her cum. Jesus, she was such a hot fuck. That ass! Those tits! And best of all, she fucking loved it, at every chance we got. My own private MILF, and one where the ‘M’ was literal.

My cock started to swell again as I replayed our taboo fucking in my mind. I turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, took a towel from the rail, and went through to my bedroom. 

Where he was waiting for me. 

“Been for a run?”

“Yeah, just over the river and back along the canal. Gotta keep in good shape.” I rubbed the towel over my arms, making my big, heavy cock swing into my thighs as he watched, mesmerised.

“Good shape, ha! You have the most beautiful body of any man alive.” He came close and spread his hands onto my chest, then out over my shoulders.

We kissed on the lips. “Sweet talker. Where’s Mum?"

“Gone shopping. She’ll be at least half an hour.”

“Better check, Dad, just in case she’s forgotten her purse or something.”

“Yeah, right.” He flicked out his phone and opened the app. A little pink dot was stationary. “She’s parked at the shops,” he said, chucking the phone onto the bed.

“Let me dry you off, Freddie. Turn around, please.”

He gently dabbed my back with the towel and then sank to his knees. I leaned forward, took hold of the frame at the foot of the bed, and parted my legs.

Dad gently dabbed the towel up the insides of my thighs from my knees to my balls and then dropped it.  

He was silent for a moment, and then I felt his hands on my cheeks, first stroking softly, before easing them apart. I felt the hot, wet lick of his tongue, gently at first but soon rabid and ravenous, probing deep into my hole, urgent and wild, overcome by his lust.  

“Oh yeah, Daddy, eat that hole. I fucking love it when you lick my ass.” My cock was rapidly rising to full erection again.

“Check the app, Dad. How long have we got?” Reluctantly, he extracted his face from my cleft.

“Oh fuck, she’s moving. Five minutes forty.”

I turned, and his eyes lit up. “Oh Jesus, your dick,” he encircled the base in his fist before engulfing my glans in his lips.

“Yeah, you like my cock, Daddy? Like to kneel and worship your son’s big, thick, hard dick?”

“Hhhhmmm, ooommmfff,” he looked up adoringly as he grunted and spluttered and sucked on my shaft.

I tousled his hair, “Dad, you’re such a cock-whore.”

“Mmmggghhh,” he was nodding in agreement, keen to be my man-slut.

I glanced down at the app. Mummy’s pink dot was just five streets away.

“She’s nearly home; brace yourself, you cock sucking bitch.” I took a firm grip on his ears and plundered his throat. His eyes went as wide as saucers, and his noises became gurgles and quacks until, with mummy's pink dot only two streets away, my lava rose up from my balls and pumped into his mouth, the first three jets swallowed, the next five sprayed into his face.

As I quickly pulled on some boxers and jeans, Dad paused at the doorway.  

“Freddie, you don’t think she knows, do you? Don’t think she suspects?”

"No, don’t worry, Dad, she’s got no idea.” He smiled, blew me a kiss, went into the bathroom to wash his face and rinse with mouthwash, and had just got downstairs when Mummy came in with the shopping.  

******

“Oh, Mum, homemade lasagne and salad, my favourite. You do look after me well.”

They were sitting either side of me, and I reached out my hands to take each of theirs.

“You know I’m the only one of my friends to have moved back home after uni? I’m earning good money now, and I’m sure I could get a place of my own?” My upward inflection implied a question.

Mummy and Daddy both seemed to blush as they answered together: “Oh no, don’t be silly, we love having you here.”