1. Halloween Mom


    Date: 9/1/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: Bountyhunter310, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    touched and penetrated. Aroused and licked. Fucked. Watching your mother on her knees between the legs of your father, her lips opening to take in his prick, disgusts you even as it excites. Hearing her cry out, 'Fuck me daddy, fuck me hard with your big prick', was so contrary to everything she'd always represented to me all my life. And yet I watched — spellbound. Wishing it was my cock in her mouth. How can I describe my parent's sex life? I'd had no idea what was normal for a couple that had been married twenty years. On the one hand, a boy has porn films he invariably has been exposed to as a reference. But even I, at eighteen, knew that the actions of porn stars cavorting through every conceivable coupling wasn't even remotely close to reality. And my own experiences were too new and too personal to represent some 'normal' level of sexual activity that I could compare to my parents. I watched over those summer weeks. I learned their routines, their sexual likes and dislikes. Heard stuff a boy should never know about his parents. They averaged out to sex twice a week. Usually a Thursday or Friday night and then most Sunday nights. Dad loved to have mom take him into her mouth prior to intercourse but she almost never let him come in her mouth. It was foreplay. Dad didn't like going down on mom, from her comments it clearly was a long standing but relatively small bone of contention between them. They weren't very athletic in their couplings. No Kama Sutra of positions ...
    between the Millers! Missionary position and doggie style was their complete repertoire. The Sunday sex usually involved only one male orgasm but the Thursday or Friday ones usually featured two and once even three male spurtings. Dad's cock seemed relatively average, both in girth and length. Maybe six inches fully erect. It seemed to work fine. They seemed to enjoy the sex. There was never any angry words, no recriminating accusations. They invariably fell asl**p smiling in each others arms. But somehow it just wasn't... I don't know, maybe intense is the word I'm looking for. It lacked passion... v******e... need. And I noticed that Mother hardly ever had an orgasm during sex, and when she did it was invariably produced by the urgent manipulation of her clitoris by her fingers as dad fucked her doggie style. It was clear from watching that her sex drive was significantly greater than dad's. Watching spellbound in my room, knowing that mother was going elsewhere for sex, I couldn't help but mutter advice as I watched my father with mom. As I stroked my own long penis to the rhythms of mother's sexual groans I'd yell out unheard instructions to dad. &#034Not yet... no, don't do that... slower... faster... ,&#034 an endless litany that I hoped would somehow be heard and understood, and then acted on by dad. And yet he'd invariably cum before mom was ready, and well before my cock was ready to spew out its load of thick cum. It simply became clear as the days and weeks passed ...
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