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BEE-3079 Sleep-In For Daddy by Chuck Selwyn

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.

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