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"Oooh, he's pounding me so good, mama!" My mother whined against Nana's cunt.
"I think you're gonna make her cum, Don," Nana said, leaning into my father, who'd lifted his head to greet her with a kiss, long and... I want to say 'passionate', but it wasn't that. It was something else entirely. Mom yelped as Nana's hand moved down to her pussy and rubbed her clit.
Something told me to intervene on this... mess, but I was frozen. Stunned, perhaps, at the disgusting scene unfolding before my very eyes. And as I stood there, watching, my hormones started a fiery rebellion against my good sense, and I could feel my cock stiffening behind my jeans, straining against my boxers, aching for any kind of attention.
"I want you to squirt," Nana said, breaking the kiss from my father, "I want you to squirt all over his big cock, and then I want him to fill your dirty cunt up with hot cum, you hear me?"
"Mhm!" mom moaned against her mother's sex. She bucked her hips against my father's thrusts, muttering something against my Nana's folds that I couldn't quite make out, but I was pretty damn certain it was nasty.
Whatever it was, it got dad's hips working even harder. His thrusts became shorter, faster, more fierce. The room was overflowing with nastiness, so much that it had infected me, invading my system with a plague that whittled away at my ethics, replacing it with pure lust.
Soon, dad pulled away and leapt to unsteady feet. He jerked his cock before his mother-in-law...my Nana...shooting cum all over their face. She lapped up as much as she could, greedily taking his seed into her mouth, and after a while I could hear my mother whine about something. I didn't know what that something was until Nana removed her pussy from her face, and leaned down to kiss her daughter in an eager, lust-filled kiss.
I cursed aloud, and the three momentarily froze. My Nana's eyes were the first to see me, and she wore a pained mask. My parents, breathing heavily covered themselves with their hands, and tried stammering out an explanation, but I bolted out of there before they could say anything. So much confusion, so much pain. I had no idea whether or not I was fucking disgusted with them-myself-or not. I was a fucking... mess.
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"A few days later I went into Nina's room to tell her what I saw," Ryan said with a disparaged look on his face, "but when I told her she seemed more upset that she'd been left out than anything else."
Jamie winced, pulling Ryan's old shirt over his head. "You mean...you think she already knew what was going on?"
"For a while, she'd told me." Ryan slowly rose to his feet, folding his well-toned arms across his chest. "Apparently, they'd fooling around since I started college."
A long silence swelled between the two young men. Ryan's story had done an excellent job at getting Jamie aroused, and he prayed that Ryan didn't notice the bulge in his sweat pants. Funnily enough, Jamie noticed the bulge in Ryan's.
"How, uh...how did you get over it? The confusion and... awkwardness, I mean?" Jamie asked, finally.
"Heh, that's actually a story I can tell you sometime later," Ryan said, going for the door again. "Let's get some food in our stomachs for now, eh?"
Jamie nodded, and followed Ryan out the bedroom and into the kitchen. Olivia playfully chastised the boys for taking so long to come down. She took the liberty of reheating their food in the microwave, but Jamie wouldn't have minded either way. Eggs and grits and waffles was good piping hot or cold as far as he was concerned. Jamie and Ryan talked about books while they ate, and Olivia busied herself tidying up the kitchen, chiming in every so often. Jamie learned during breakfast that Nina was still up in her room sleeping like a baby, and Don was out taking advantage of his day off by shopping for a tree for Christmas, which happened to be just a week or so away.
When Ryan finished eating (first, per usual), he handed his mother his plate and left her with a kiss that lingered far t