80’s Family Portrait

It’s the summer 1984 in Decatur, Illinois where I’ve lived my whole life. My house is in the suburbs, and I live with my father Mark, mother Jillian, and sister Jennifer. Jen and I are both seniors, and were both born in the same month, May. We’re very close despite going to separate schools, with her going to an all girls school and me going to the county high school. Since I can’t drive yet, Jen usually drops me off on the way to her school. My parents married each other very young, when my mother was 18 and my father was 22, yet seem to be happy. My father is publisher for the newspaper and my mother works from home. My mom is a well endowed woman who looks remarkably great for her age. She has thick brown curly hair which she keeps up un a bun at the top of her head, and bright blue eyes.

I wake up early on the last day of school, my father is out of town, and my sister is sleeping in her room. I walk out into the kitchen, where I see something I certainly did not expect. My mother is on her hands and knees, with her ass in the air, scrubbing the kitchen floor while completely nude except for her light blue apron & yellow cleaning gloves. As she scrubs the floor, her ass rhythmically jiggles, giving glimpses of her pussy and asshole. She quickly stands up and turns to face me when she senses my presence. “Sweetie! Why are you u-up so early?” She says frantically while trying to cover her side-boob peaking out from her apron. “I… don’t know mom I just… woke up a bit early — I swear I didn’t see anything.” She looks down towards my crotch. “Sweetie, I… think your hormones are saying something different.” I see the tent shape in my knit pajama pants that she’s referring to, and quickly try to obscure it with my hands. “Mom, I’m sorry I can’t help it I-” I look up from my pants to see my mother grinning. “Mom, I…” She just laughs. “You’re so cute when you’re lying sweetie, I’m very flattered that you’re sexually attracted to me. To be honest, I’m very attracted to you too.” “Mom, I had no idea, really?” She just puts her finger to her lips, and motions me over to her. I get close to her, seizing the moment to reach around and place either hand on her ass cheeks. They’re warm to the touch and are pliable under my gripping fingers. She runs her hand over my crotch, and takes hold of my cock under my bottoms. “Let mommy take care of this.” She whispers breathily into my ear, her breath very warm to my skin.” She plunges her hand beneath the elastic waist band of my pajama pants, grabbing my cock with her gloved hands, then pulls them down to my knees by the waistband. “Let’s get you up on the counter so I can take care of you.” She says before placing a peck on my lips. I hoist myself up on the edge of the counter top and kick off my pants, still around my ankles. My mother places her sudsy gloved hands around my cock, the sound of bubbles popping as she constricts my shaft. As she pumps my dick with one hand, she uses the other to pull her apron off. It falls to the tile below, revealing her large motherly breasts. While hanging a bit, they are not flat. They still perk up from her chest at the nipple. They seem to be at least 32DD. “That oughta help you, sweetie.” She says through a huge smile that appears across her face. She giggles sweetly. “Does my sweet boy like mommy’s breasts?” I rest my head back against the cupboard. “Yes mom, oh god yes I do.” She pumps faster and faster, then suddenly pulls her hand away. My cock throbs and bobs up and down.