Chuck Selwyn
Sleep-In For Daddy

Chapter 1

Jerry trembled in the closet, quivering with anticipation, because he had been waiting for this moment ever since his father announced he had to catch a plane this evening. His old man always came into the bedroom with his mother, for a goodbye piece of ass before going off on another one of his long road trips, and this time, Jerry was ahead of them, determined to actually see what the fucking was all about, instead of just pressing his ear to the wall and only listening to them screw.

As he crouched in the darkness, wearing only his old bathrobe, he was glad his mother's clothes hung here, where he could get an open view of the bed. His dad's closet was across the room, and the old man would be digging stuff out of it, anyway, soon as he finished taking a quick shower. The pair of suitcases were already packed for the old man's trip, but Mack Winston always pawed around in the closet to see if he'd forgotten anything.

So that made Jerry safe here, among his mother's things, smelling the musky perfume that clung to dresses and slacks, and pressing his cheek against one of her slick-feeling dressing gowns. That was almost like touching her skin, almost like touching her nude body, and his prick throbbed in his hand as he squeezed down on it. His crotch ached; his belly was drawn tight and his balls felt swollen to twice their normal size. The cockhead pulsed in his fingers, but he held off from massaging it. Plenty of times, he had jacked off while hearing the sexy noises of his mom and dad making it, but now he was going to wait awhile.

Sure, he was scared. Jerry had no clear idea of what would happen to him if he got caught hiding in their room while they screwed, but he suspected that he would get his ass blistered. But that wouldn't be as bad as the embarrassment of both of them just knowing he was there, sneaking around to get a peep at what really happened when a man put his meat to a woman's pussy. And it wasn't as if he was just a little kid, getting too curious; he was fifteen years old, and damned near grown up. They'd never forgive him for being so dirty, and he might even have to split, leave home and take to thumb-tripping and never come back.

But he had to see it. Damn it, he just had to. If his mom was one of those fat and dumpy mothers, or all grey and wrinkled, the strain on him wouldn't have been so strong. As it was, he couldn't sleep, for thinking about what was hidden beneath her skirt, and the shape of her sleek ass in tight pants drove him right out of his head. Her tits – ah, her tits; Jerry stroked his aching prick and smiled at the vivid imagery of his mothers fine, full breasts bouncing when she walked, at the golden globes that pushed so excitingly against a thin gown. Angela Winston never wore a bra; he had often noticed the outline of her nipples, and once in awhile, gotten a peek down her dress to where the dusky golden valley separated the luscious mounds.

Jerry went taut when he heard the click of the bedroom door, and hoped neither of them would notice the closet door standing open just the slightest crack. Then his mother walked into the room, moving with that particular swaying of the hips that made all men look at her when she walked.

He caught his breath when he saw that the front of her pale blue robe was already hanging open, and as her sculptured thighs moved whispering against each other, Jerry could see the intriguing quick flashes of her golden pubic hair. His pulses raced and an artery fluttered in his throat; dry-mouthed, he stared at his mother as she strode lithely to the bed, where she tamed and gracefully dropped the robe from her shoulders.

Jerry was barely conscious of his father coming across the room; he was stunned by the sight of his mom standing there so wonderfully, so beautifully, naked. Her entire body seemed to glow, to have been lovingly polished by the softest of cloths, the lovely flesh glistening with health and burnished by a special inner heat of desire. He stared at the lifted, rounded modeling of her superb breasts, the lush hills of creamy-golden skin so wonderfully filled, the erectile tips of her pink nipples.

His mother's belly was just barely rounded, and the sleek hips were flared beguilingly, her skin flawless. And there – there – was the pouting mound of her fantastic pussy, that forbidden, secret heaping of rich bronze curls that cloaked the shaping of her most private part. Entranced, hardly daring to breathe, Jerry gazed hungrily at the perfection of his mom's gorgeous snatch, seeing how it was snugged between the symmetry of her thighs, how the light played among the gleaming thatch that hid the suggestion of her cunt lips. She was beautiful and sensuous; she was enthralling and naked – and she was about to be fucked.

Jerry clamped hard upon his distended cock as he watched his dad peel out of his robe and move toward his mother, who held out her smooth arms. Mack Winston went into the loving circle, his prick out stiff and erect to nuzzle against the warmth of his wife's belly. Her magnificent breasts flattened against the dark hair of his chest as she lifted her crotch and swung the heated mattress of her crotch against his pelvis.

Jerry's breath got caught in his throat as he saw his old man slide hands down his mother's back to cup the twin hills of her provocative ass. Drawing the tall, slender body to him, Mack held it close, rubbing his cockhead up and down her satin belly. They drifted together to the bed, sinking down upon it and lying side by side as they caressed each other.

In the closet, Jerry fought to keep from jacking off when he saw his mothers slim fingers curling adoringly around the stiffness of his father's cock, when he saw the man's fingers probing gently into the golden nest of her pubic hair and cupping that exquisite pussy. How did it feel, Jerry wondered? Was it hot and juicy against the palm, and did it tremble wetly there, moving with a life of its own?

He was glad when they rolled over, when his mom spread the marvelous shaping of her thighs and lifted her knees, for then he could see the deep pink lips that peeped so cunningly from the matting of her cunt hair. But the view was too quick, cut off far too soon, when his father crawled in between the long, veed legs.

Daring to push open the closet door another inch, Jerry put his eye to the crack and watched his old man position himself, saw him bend down the glistening head of his cock and aim it into the woolly pile of golden pubic curls.

His father had a pretty small shaft, he thought; it wasn't nearly as long nor as thick as his own tool, but his mom seemed to be very happy with it. She wiggled eagerly as the distended glans prodded into her mound, and rolled her trim ass bewitchingly as the blunt tip began to push through the mossy hair and nudge into the humid magic of her pussy lips.

It was happening then, really happening – the cockhead sliding up into the beautiful pussy, burying its flanged knob into the secret depths as Angela wriggled blissfully to get it settled into the silken lining of her torrid vagina. Inch by inch, the hard meat glided on inside the gripping of that elegant cunt until it slipped completely from sight, and Mack's hairy balls had nudged themselves into the cleft of her uptilted ass.

«Oh, darling,» Angela purred, «it's so good to feel your nice, stiff prick in my pussy again. I really love you to fuck me, and it never gets old, no matter how often we screw. Ooh, Mack, Mack – lay that wonderful meat up into my cunt.»

Jerry shuddered; this was the kind of sexy talk he had heard them use, when he listened at the wall, and the words coming out of his mother's mouth made his own cockhead dance with eagerness. He watched his father's small prick begin to glide in and out of the hot clenching of that special pussy, and saw Angela arching her back lifting her hips so she could take the surging meat deeper into her juicy cunt. Now Jerry could hear the small, wet noises his mom's snatch made as it sucked upon his dad's pistoning cock, and thought it must be the most exciting sound in the world.

«Baby,» his old man panted, «no matter how many different chicks I put it to, yours is still the best cunt anywhere around. It's hot and tight and clinging, and you do so many wild tricks with it. Angela, baby – I wish I could take you with me on every trip, so I'd never be out of reach of this fabulous cunt.»

Staring avidly, Jerry saw his mother wheel her ass and lift those long, supple legs high so that she could wrap them around the small of his old man's heaving back. She rolled up on her shoulder blades then, holding onto her husband's shoulders, gasping as his prick hammered steadily into her tremulous hole.

«Then you might not get to sample all that young pussy you run into,» she said throatily. «I wouldn't want to deprive you of that new stuff, honey.»

Jerry blinked; his mother was telling his father that she knew he was screwing other women, and not only that – Angela sounded as if she approved. What the hell did that mean? But he didn't hold to the puzzle long; his mind was feverishly holding onto the picture he was watching, the slippery, voluptuous plunging of a hard prick into his mom's enchanted pussy.

«Oh baby,» Mack grunted. «I wish I could screw you forever. I wish I didn't have to catch that damned plane – and I wish you'd be more careful about fucking around with guys in the neighborhood, especially the married ones.»

«Stick it to me,» Angela hissed, wheeling her trim ass in hungry circles and bucking her pelvis against her husband's crotch. «Stick it to me deep and strong, darling – oohh! That's the way – that's terrific! Ahh – honey, sweet man – I'm coming, coming!»

Jerry clenched his fist around his tortured prick as he saw his old man's cock blur back and forth into the heaving, steaming pussy. Mack's balls seemed to twist and to leap upward, hnd Jerry realized that his father was coming, too, that he was shooting off inside the magical slit of his mother's scorching pussy. Man, oh man, he thought; how would that feel, to squirt come up inside that velvet sheath, to pump all that hot, sticky fluid into her blazing cunt while she moaned and wiggled like that, riding the meat even as it continued to spit and foam?

They hadn't taken as long as they usually did; most times, they screwed for what seemed like an hour or so, playing around a lot before they really went at it, then making the bed squeak and rattle while they whispered things to each other about what good screwing it was, and softer things that Jerry couldn't always hear.

He was thrilled to have seen it, at last, but he was also a little disappointed, because it was over so quickly. That was because the old man had to catch the plane, he thought, and had hurried through this goodbye piece of ass in order to get to the airport on time.

Sighing, Jerry kept his eyes fixed on them as they lay on the bed, bare-assed and locked together, his dad's shaft still buried all the way up into his mom's golden cunt. He began to stroke his own aching cock, moving his hand slowly and teasingly, and wondering where he was going to deposit his load of semen. He might let it go into one of his mom's fuzzy slippers, hoping that she wouldn't put it on for days, or at least until the stuff had dried.

Horny as he was, turned on so powerfully by actually seeing them fuck, Jerry still took it slow, making it last, because he also had to wait until they left the bedroom before he could sneak out and make it to his own room. On the bed, his old man backed the reddened cock from the soggy clenching of Angela's inflamed pussy lips and rolled over to lie flat upon his back, the small shaft softening perceptibly and dipping the shrinking glans over to one side, a droplet of creamy semen still dripping from it.

«It's always fantastic,» Mack sighed, «and maybe someday, I won't have to keep running off on business.»

Angela sat up, her full tits swinging, the nipples still enticingly hard, and a sheen of sweat golden upon her belly. «But until then, you don't want me tangled up in any more divorce actions, right? Damn; who would ever have thought that Marcie Smith would get so uptight, just because Kent and I balled a few times? She could have divorced him without getting all our names in the papers.»

Mack patted his wife's damp pussy. «You know I'm all for you getting the cock you need, baby, and I think I have the solution. It's going to be one hell of a surprise for you, I know – but don't let it shake you up too much. just remember that I'll be a lot easier in my mind, if I know some jealous wife isn't going to be having another summons served on you.»

What was the old man talking about, Jerry wondered, his hand slowing the caressing of his hard and hungry shaft. Had mom really been laying other guys around the neighborhood? Maybe that was why she kept sending him off to movies in the afternoons.

Jerry's head was spinning; it was weird to hear his mom say it was okay for his dad to fuck other chicks while he was out on the road, and even freakier to listen to his old man talk about her screwing other guys. But they had always been different from most moms and dads he knew, more open and up front about a lot of things. He just hadn't included swinging sex, when he'd considered that difference.

Now his prick was threatening to blow off on it's own, and he choked it down, taking a deep and steadying breath. Eye to the crack in the closet door, he watched his old man climb off the bed, and thought he would never be able to leave that lush and lovely body so quickly. Jerry ran his eyes up and down the supine form of his beautiful, sensuous mother, drinking in the shapings of her firm tits and flat belly and the magic compulsion of her golden-haired mound, the lips plain now, inflamed and dripping from the fucking that marvelous pussy had just received.

Then his view was cut off by the hulking shadow of his father's nude body. Was the old man approaching the closet – this closet? He wasn't supposed to; the other one was his. Jerry tried to shrink back among the silken hangings, tried to make himself very small and hide against the far wall, just in case.

When the door creaked, Jerry's heart hammered like a drum gone crazy, and in blind, panicked reflex, he pulled his robe tightly around his body. Light flooded in on him, and he curled into a ball. But there was no real place to hide, nowhere he could run, and his body jerked uncontrollably when the big hand reached down to fasten in his robe and lift him to his feet.

His legs wouldn't work, and he sagged in his father's grip as he was hauled out into the glaring light of exposure. Eyes squeezed shut and trembling, he waited for the stinging slap of that big hand, but worse than anticipation of the pain was his embarrassment at being discovered.

«Easy, kid,» his old man said from somewhere high above him. «Just take it easy; nothing's going to happen to you – nothing bad, that is.»

Angela's voice came shocked from the direction of the bed: «Mack – what was he doing in there? How did you know – why -«

Jerry felt himself being lowered to the bed, and hunched miserably there, his eyes still shut.

His father said, «He's scared out of his mind right now, but take a look at that tool, baby. Even when it's dooping like that, it's big as any stud horse's. How'd I know the kid was hiding in the closet? Because I shut that door when we left the room, and noticed it was open a little when we came back. Besides, I saw Jerry jacking himself off the other day, when he didn't know anybody was around, and couldn't get over the size of that cock.»

Jerry felt his shaft shrinking, folding in upon itself, even though it had been so thoroughly aroused only a minute ago, and ready to loose a spitting load of heavy semen. Now it was shriveling trying to crawl back up into his belly.

His mother said softly, «Wow; I would never have believed a cock could grow that big. Mack, do you mean for me – is that what you have in mind, to keep me out of trouble in the neighborhood? You want me to – to ball our own son?»

«Why not, baby? Look at how the poor kid is shaking, and think how much guts it took for him, to crawl into that closet so he could watch us screw. He must be so damned horny that he's about to tear himself apart, and he's no doubt a cherry, a virgin kid who can't keep his eyes off his sexy mom – and nobody can blame him for that.»

Jerry hunched smaller and considered making a break for the door, but he knew the old man would catch him before he could gather clothes and hit the road. Besides, the conversation wasn't going the way he'd expected; it was getting damned interesting, even though Jerry was still so frightened he couldn't think straight.

His mother said softly, «Why – the poor boy; I thought kids his age were out balling each other all the time. But it seems – Mack, you're right; it's a terrific idea.»

«I thought you'd see it that way,» Mack chuckled, «especially when you caught a glimpse of that heavy tool the kid is blessed with. But we're ignoring the boy, talking about him as if he's only a chunk of meat. Jerry – Jerry; what do you think, kid? Are you up to it? Think you can handle all this passionate woman while I'm gone, and see that she stays out of trouble?»

Jerry's eyelids fluttered, but refused to open. He swallowed and tried to say something, but no words came out, and his mother said, «We're scaring him to death. Here, darling – lie down beside me and snuggle up close; there, baby – there.»

He felt the wondrous, perfumed softness of his mother's naked body against his own as her deft hands stripped away his robe, and a violent electric shock raced through him.

Her hands were caressing his shoulders, his back, and her breath was sultry against his cheek. Jerry could feel the marvel of his mother's rich breasts against his skin, the miracle of her hard nipples boring into his trembling flesh. He was shaking, and couldn't stop, even when her deliciously shaped belly came sliding to his own, even when the damply torrid and curled silken hairs of her pubic mound touched his thigh.

All of Jerry's erotic dreams had turned suddenly, unbelievably, into stark reality, and the shock of it held him motionless, turning his muscles weak and his flesh rigid – all except the traitor limpness of his prick. It hung like a rag, unable to rise, while the rest of his body quivered in delicious anticipation.

His mother kissed him lightly and warmly upon the cheek, and then more hungrily upon the mouth, the feel of her mobile lips strange and thrilling, but not as much as the swift lancing of her hot, wet tongue penetrating his unresisting mouth. Her teeth clashed against his own, and Jerry's arms came up in reflex to wrap around Angela's slim, long body cushioned so excitingly to him.

«Here,» his old man said, «roll over, kid. Lift yourself up there between those beautiful legs. There – isn't that better? Don't worry about going soft; I scared you out of a hard, but it'll come right back. Wiggle it up against her soft, hot cunt – yeah, like that.»

He was positioned between his mother's plush satin thighs, breathless between the veed loveliness of her slender legs, his limp, shaft pressed against the enchantment of her gorgeous, forbidden pussy, taboo no longer, here for him, touching him, ready for him.

His prick began to lift slowly, and he dared to reach for the tempting globes of his mothers heavy tits. They came into his hands, the erectile nipples pink and throbbing against his palms, the rich mounds textured to his fingers, and Jerry squeezed them gently.

She took her mouth from his to whisper, «Play with them, darling; push down the nipples and let them spring up again, handle my tits all you want. Kiss them and suck them, Jerry; they're yours again, just as they used to be when you were a little baby.»

Jerry kissed the creamy column of her throat, and slid his mouth questing down to the ripeness of a breast. Lips trembling, he kissed one of the compelling nipples, then licked questingly over its beguiling tip. Avidly then, he pulled the pink faucet into his mouth and sucked blissfully.

«Look at that cock grow,» his father said. «I still can't quite believe the size of that thing. Baby, that huge prick should keep you occupied for a hell of a long time; you won't find anything else like it around here.»

It was true; Jerry could feel his shaft gorging, distending, reaching out to its full and eager length as the body of it thickened and the flanged head dilated. Long and round, it nudged along the smoothness of his mother's tremulous belly, and the stem of it pushed into the resilient mound of her dewy vulva. He was no longer scared, and even though he had watched the way his old man shoved the meat home into his mom's fantastic cunt, Jerry still wasn't all that sure how to go about it.

Lifting his ass, he poked blindly at the pulsating, mound, and his cockhead slid through the thrilling fur of the pubic hair, then back up along the silken skin of his mom's belly. She was panting heavily now, her hips moving back and forth in a sensuous ticktocldng motion, which made it more difficult for him to fund the entrance to her cunt.

Jerry flinched when he felt fingers wrap around the root of his stiff club, and realized dimly that his father had hold of him, that his old man was helping by guiding the cockhead into the eagerly pulsing and wonderfully juicy slit of his mother's pussy. He knew the kiss of her humid labia, the wondrous softness of those voluptuous cunt lips, and the tip of his knob was set into them. They were hot and slippery and elastic, a live and anxious little mouth surrounded by hair.

Grunting around the grip he still held upon her nipple, Jerry hunched and felt the knob of his prick push into her pussy, and his father let go the stem to say, «There, kid; you're on your own now, and you'll make it just fine. Give your mom a good, long fuck. I have to shower and get the hell out of here, or I'll miss my plane. I'd really like to stick around and see you pour all that hard cock to her, but I just can't. Next time, maybe.»

Jerry's massive prick was gliding slowly up into the softest, hottest, most slippery sheath he had ever felt. It was deep and it was tight, and enriched by a sticky flowing of pungent oils. The fabulous sleeve of it pulled his cockhead ever deeper, clasping itself around the following shaft, massaging and caressing greasily.

«Aahh!» Angela gasped. «Ooh, baby – Jerry, darling! Oh! Oh, it's so big and long and hard – I never felt a prick like this before. Oooh, honey; you're stretching me, stretching your mother's pussy wide. Ah! There it is – socked all the way home to the balls, and I can feel your glans pushing into my womb. Oh darling, baby – what a wonderful, big prick you're giving to me.»

Blissfully, Jerry ground his pelvis into his mom's padded crotch, knowing the snuggling of his balls into the uplifted crack of her opulently feathered ass. It was true, true! He really had his aching cock buried to the hilt inside the most beautiful, the most desirable pussy in the world. And his mom's cunt was even more than he had expected, more adorable and lascivious than he could ever have imagined. It gripped his prick like fondling, buttered fingers, sucked upon his cockhead like a thirsty mouth, and now she was grinding her pelvis into his, hunching up to him and lifting those supple, shapely legs to wrap them around his slender body.

Her ass swung and heaved, and that boiling pussy churned around his moving prick. Jerry fed his shaft back and forth into the hotly clenching hole still dripping with the added lubrication of his father's recent ejaculation, and thrilled to the gripping of her legs, to the squirming of her beautiful body beneath his own.

«Such – a – big – prick!» She gasped. «Oh, you're hitting bottom with every stroke, baby. Oohh – I can't stand it! You're too much, darling – you're making your mother come – come!! But don't stop – keep fucking me – oh, keep right on fucking me!»

He felt her cunt seething around his pistoning shaft, sizzling juices flowing copiously as his mother seesawed her crotch and twisted her blazing pussy greedily upon his submerged cockhead. She locked her sleek legs around the small of his back and tried to pull him impossibly deeper into her vagina as she crested violently upon the tidal wave of a tremendous orgasm.

Jerry obeyed her instructions, jamming his swollen club deeply and steadily into her adored snatch, shoving his gorged meat into the greasy socket of her fluctuating pussy, reveling in the strength and power of his prick. His mom loved his meat; she was coming on it, whipping her trim and lovely ass around in spasmed arcs, and he took hold of her thighs to spread them even wider, now slamming his shaft in and out with a fierce hunger he had carried for years, just waiting for this moment.

Angela grunted and twisted, beating the mattress with her fists and arching her slim body to take every corkscrewing thrust into her inflamed cunt. «Oh – you horny little bastard! Oh, you adorable bull! You're fucking me harder and deeper than I've ever been fucked before. Aahh, darling – darling! C – coming! I'm coming again, and again – oohh!»

He rolled his ass and held his cockhead into the voluptuous basket of his mother's vagina, feeling the swift onrush of the semen lifting from his convulsing balls. His knob flexed mightily, and a thick, hissing torrent of come roared out to splash into the slick pocket of his mother's pussy, bathing the walls with bubbling cream, flooding the entire trembling sheath.

Jerry had done it; he had fucked his mother, and she had fucked him back.