UP AT 2AM: An accidental encounter

UP AT 2AM: An accidental encounter

It was 2am, and I was  thirsty. I didn’t normally leave my room when I was up after midnight,

because I didn’t want to alert my parents to the fact that I was up after midnight. I mean, I was

18, so it wasn’t like they were going to ground me or anything; it was just a force of habit by that

point.

Anyway, I headed down to the kitchen to grab a cold drink, and I wouldn’t have thought that

anything eventful could have come of it, but I’d have been wrong. Because, as I was headed

back to my room, I heard my Mom in the living room. I… really thought her and Dad would have

been asleep by then, so I was surprised, but I was even more surprised when I heard her say,

“Come here Son… Mommy needs to give you a kiss.”

There was, so much “off” about it. The fact that I would have bet anything that she hadn’t seen

me or heard me, the fact that what she was saying was very strangely phrased, and of course,

there was her tone. It was definitely my Mom’s voice, but at the same time… she said it like a

porn star. Like, she was filled with impossible levels of lust, and everything she said was

somehow a lewd comment.

I froze, suddenly hot for reasons I didn’t really understand. I didn’t know why, but my ears were

burning I was so warm. Still, Mom said come here, and it was late, and I didn’t want to get into

any trouble, so I turned towards her voice and started to quietly make my way towards her. But

as I crept, I heard her again. “Oh my… such a big boy. Is that all for your Mother?”. Annnnnnd I

froze again. This time because if I’d taken another step I’d have fallen over from the way my

sudden, massive erection, had pulled the front of my pants up awkwardly in front of me. And

before I could do anything close to wrap my head around what was happening, I realized that I

probably didn’t want to walk into the room with a boner leading the way, so I paused and tried to

calm myself, hoping desperately that Mom wouldn’t notice the delay.

But then…

Then she said, “Oh baby. Mommy’s so sorry sweetie. I didn’t mean to make you so hard… I tell

you what. I gave you that erection, so I should take care of it… Bring it here baby. Bring it here,

and feed it to me”. If I’d had another 3 seconds, I might have found enough air to loudly declare,

“what the actual fuck Mom!”, but I didn’t, because before I could catch my breath, I heard this

noise. Like someone trying to drain the juice from three popsicles at once. At first, my brain

refused to let me piece together what I was hearing, but after a moment, it gave up the struggle,

and I realized that I was listening to a very lewd, very wet, deliberately sloppy blowjob. I stood

there, and, believe it or not, my erection wasn’t going away. But, at least I was pretty sure Mom

hadn’t called me, so, at least there was that. But as the slurping, moaning, and sucking noises

paused just long enough to hear lips pop off of something long enough to say, “Do you like that

baby? Huh? Do you like watching your Mom sucking on a nice big dick?” And then she was

moaning, and slurping again.

I stood there… a while. Like, a long while. The whole time the slurping and the dialogue just kept

coming, and, honestly, I had a strange thought that I was wrestling with. Because of all the things

to be thinking about, my mind chose to obsess over the question of whether I was hearing my

Mom masturbate with toys, or whether I was hearing my parents playing a game that just… just

gave me SO MANY questions!

I peeked around the corner for just a second. Just long enough to catch a glimpse, and hopefully

not long enough to get caught. And in that moment, I saw an image that I pretty sure I was going

to masturbating to for the rest of my life.

 

I saw my very sexy Mother, her long hair down, and her impressive breasts swaying gently as she

kneeled, semi-doggy style on the couch, and leaned over the back of it so she could suck off my

Father while apparently pretending that he was me. She was wearing a pair of blue jean shorts,

a pair of country boots, and nothing else.

I’d seen it. I congratulated myself, but convinced myself that no matter how hot it was, I had to

get out of there. Because I was certain that if I stayed that I wouldn’t be able to resist looking

again, and I was pretty damn certain I would get caught.

But just as I went to step away, I heard my Dad yell that he was going to cum, followed

immediately by my Mom telling him to “Cum on Mommy’s face!”.

And if that wasn’t insane enough, as I stood there, my dick now in my hand, (though I didn’t

remember unzipping and taking it out), struggling to stop myself from jerking a load onto the

hallway floor, I heard one last thing….

A moment before I fled to my room to, you know, finish the job… I heard a third voice. Another

male spoke, and said, “Holy fuck that was hot”.

After that, my heart was hammering to0 loud, and I missed some of the exchange as I tried not to

hyperventilate, not to cum, and not think too hard about the implications. But, just before I left, I

heard something along the lines of my Mom telling my Dad that, now that he’d had his turn, it

was time for him to let his friends, PLURAL, take theirs.

And that was too much!

I was back in my room, and 3 orgasms deep before I had another sane thought again.

***

The next night, I “went to bed”, like normal. Ready to spend a several long hours in front of my

computer, when I saw a strange sight. There was a tissue box, a bottle of lotion, a note; all sitting

beside my keyboard, and none of them had been there when I’d left the room that morning.

The note was from Mom. It said that Dad has seen me the night before, and she wanted me to

know that, now that I was 18, she wasn’t angry that I’d watched them. But, next time, she hoped I

would announce myself, and not, and I’m quoting, keep my masturbation to myself.

I probably would have agonized over that phrase for ages if the note hadn’t gone on. But there

was no need to wonder what she meant, since the letter closed with a confession that her and

Dad had gotten into “sharing” in the last few years, and gotten into fantasy role play as well.

But it was what was written on the back that I jerked off to, immediately. And it was what was

written on the back that changed my life forever.

Because the second side of the note simply read: “As you saw, your Dad has a major fantasy

about seeing me, as a Mother, behaving like a wanton slut in front of my own Son. Honestly,

sweetie, I was worried that if you ever found out, it would be traumatic, so we hid it. But now the

evidence suggests otherwise, doesn’t it? So baby, I guess what I am trying to say is, if you are

going to watch us, and jerk off to it anyways, it seems kind of silly for your Dad to play my Son,

when my real Son is right there, now doesn’t it? Well, if you agree, and you were planning on

sneaking out of your room again, you can hide in the shadows, or you can come right out and

join us. But I think it’s pretty silly for you and your Dad to both be there, while I tell HIM to “cum for

Mommy”, don’t you? Anyway, I hope you can get over being so shy, and join us tonight. If you

decide to, our guests usually come over at about 1:30, and we usually start at around 2; so you

may want to show up early so we can clear the air before we, you know, get started.”