[dabari]

LIVING IN THE PRESENT

(This story is sequel to the ‘Living in the Past’ story)

My mother, Mya and I had been having an on and off affair for a while. I had done a lot in the military, gotten rank, deployed, but it was time for me to go. I got out and got a job as an instructor in self defense. I worked for guys like the police department, or even helped out train new Soldiers in the military. But through it all, mom and I still got with each other. She and dad had since gotten together, and they were very much back in love, and they had a great love life, but mom and I still managed to hook up now and then as well. It was kinda crazy, but it was like we were in love too. It was hard to explain, but we did our thing. Not to hurt or spite dad, it was just something that happened. What we didn’t know was what would happen because of our affair.

When dad was at work, or I came over to visit, mom and I would sneak around and fool with each other. It was nothing for us to go to the garage for me to ‘help’ her with something and her suck me off real quick, or us make out. If dad was gone and I was over, or she came over to my apartment when I was off work, we’d make love or just plain fuck for hours. Still though, it was far and few between, and neither of us wanted to hurt dad. He and mom were fucking twice as much as she and I was. Still though, we did what we could, when we could. It wasn’t until much later that it almost backfired on us.



Dad was at work. I had come over to the house for dinner and we were waiting for dad to come home. Mom and I small talked and flirted with each other, and one thing led to another. Soon my pants were around my ankles and I had her bent over the couch with her dress pulled up over her hips and panties pulled to the side, slamming into her from behind. She was grunting obscenities at me, spurning me to keep going harder and faster, and I did just that. We were both all hot and bothered when we heard a car door close outside.

We froze, looking at the time. We had lost track. I pulled out quickly and mom straightened up her dress and hair as I pulled my pants back up and fastened them as quickly as possible. We thanked our lucky stars dinner was still on warm on the stove as dad walked in. I made a b-line to the bathroom to towel off my face as I was sweating a little. Mom was fine, I had been doing all the work. She was so coy as dad came into the kitchen. I heard them from the bathroom.

“How was your day, honey?” she asked.

“Same old song and dance,” he chuckled. “Smells good in here. You guys must have been really working at it, huh?”

Mom cleared her throat. “Sure thing. Get washed up; dinner’s in five.”

“Okay.”

I got out of the bathroom, satisfied that I was presentable and dad wasn’t suspecting. I greeted him and he gave a nod and a curious smile as he walked past me into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. I wondered what that was all about, but I dismissed it, sitting at the table as mom served up our meal.

Dad was unusually quiet at the dinner table. Not unpleasant, but he just had this air of ‘I know something you don’t know’ to him. He smiled and nodded at all the small talk, putting his two cents in now and then, but he didn’t really say much. He excused himself from the table after dinner, saying he’d be going to bed early as it was a long day. Mom kissed him goodnight and I nodded to him as he left us alone again.

Mom and I sat on the couch talking after he left. We watched TV for a bit, waiting it out before we dared ask about what was itching at our minds.

“I think he knows something,” I said bluntly. “He was way too coy tonight.”

“I don’t think so, honey,” mom countered. “We stopped in time. It’s just your imagination.”

“I don’t know…”

“Don’t worry, baby,” she insisted. “We just have to be careful from now on.” She walked me to the door as I was going to go back home and sleep myself. She kissed me on the cheek before I left. “We’ll get together later, okay?” she said.

I nodded and left. I was still a little unnerved, but I dismissed it again. I didn’t know until later that my fears weren’t unfounded, but not in the way I had imagined.



It was two weeks later that I was over at my parents house again. We were all going to be going out to the movies, but dad’s work called. They needed him for something ‘important’ and he had to go. He said we should go without him, but we insisted that we’d wait and go to a later show. He shrugged, smiling and saying for us to enjoy ourselves while he was gone. I looked at him as he left with that same wry smile. Not unpleasant, just knowing. I was unnerved again and I almost left right after him, but mom calmed me down and we sat down to watch some TV.

It wasn’t long, unnerved or not, we were both itching to get at each other. As wrong as it was to be sneaking around behind dad’s back, it was exciting at the same time. We felt the adrenaline pumping as we were on a time crunch. We didn’t know how long dad would be. He didn’t specify what the problem at work was. We knew we had about an hour and a half, guesstimating his drive time and minimum time to figure out what was going on.

Mom rushed me up to the bedroom. We stripped down and made out as if in a frenzy. Mom got on her knees before me and sucked me off. I grabbed her head and practically fucked her face. She took my whole cock like a champ, in fact grabbing my ass and pushing me to go down further into her throat.

Pushing me back, she ushered me to the bed and motioned to lay me down. I lay on the edge of the bed and she jumped on me, straddling me and quickly sinking down on my shaft. I groaned as her pussy lips wrapped around my manhood, her walls tight as ever even with all the fucking that she did between me and dad. She moved up and slammed herself back down on me, wanting to feel my rod deep inside of her. She was possessed, practically screaming like a banshee as she rode me like a bull. It was all I could do to keep her on top of me. So into our act of carnal lust was our attention that we didn’t notice the door to the room open and a figure enter.

Seeing movement out of the corner of my eye, I looked behind mom. My eyes bulged out and my heart skipped a beat. There was dad, standing almost directly behind mom, a mischievous look on his face and a knowing smile that needed no words.

“Oh shit…” I stammered.

Mom looked down at me and saw the look on my face. The blood drained from her face and she dared to look behind her. Her fears were confirmed and she screamed. “Oh my god, John!”

Dad rushed forward before mom could jump off of me, shoving her back down on my cock and holding her there. “No, I want you to stay like this!” he said, reaching around and cupping her tits.

Mom started crying and held her face in her hands. “Oh, John, I’m so sorry!” she sobbed. “It’s all my fault!”

“No, dad, it’s my fault.” I tried to defend her, dreading what was going to happen.

“Oh please,” dad scoffed. “I’ve known about you two for I don’t know how long now.”

“What?” I dared to ask.

“I figured Mya coming back to me had something to do with you, Damon,” he explained, still kneading her tits. “She always said that you looked like a younger me, and always fawned over you.”

“John…” mom started, choking on her words.

“It’s okay, Mya,” dad said. “This is such a turn-on for me you don’t even know.”

Mom swallowed hard and looked down at me confused. “What?”

“Watching you two fuck was so erotic, I couldn’t explain how it made me feel.” Dad went on. “I’m so fucking hard right now; my dick’s going to explode!”

“Dad?” I stammered.

Dad dropped his pants in one swift motion, revealing his rock-hard member and nuzzled it between mom’s butt cheeks. “Oh you two can finish,” he smiled down at me, nuzzling mom’s neck. “I’m just going to join in!”

Mom’s eyes widened and she gave out a yelp as dad pushed from behind. I could feel the added pressure of his prick as he slid into mom’s sweat lubed ass. Mom practically collapsed on top of me from the double penetration. Only grunting, dad started pumping mom’s ass, bouncing her with each thrust, with made her ride me again. Mom’s mouth was slack and her eyes closed as she whimpered from the pounding. Soon, however, her whimpers were ones of pleasure, and they turned to moans.

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I dared to pump up at mom as dad did, and soon we were pistoning her holes alternately, and all of our groans and grunts filled the entire room. I felt dad’s cock moving in and out of mom’s ass through the thin membrane separating us, and ironically, it spurned me to fuck mom even harder. Mom was getting bounced like a rag doll between the two of us, her boobs swaying wildly from our onslaught. So enraptured were we all that it wasn’t long before I felt my loins start to tense and my cock swelled.

Mom yelped. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Shit shit shit shit shit!”

Dad was right there too. I could tell from the pressure I was feeling and the glimpse of his face he was about to cum as well. That was fine by me. I was there too. We both let out a cry of release virtually at the same time, and dad and I flooded mom’s holes with our man-juice. Mom tensed up and practically screamed bloody murder as she climaxed herself. I felt her pussy clamp like a vise on my cock, and dad growled out a similar feeling. Mom collapsed on my chest, barely breathing as we spasmed out inside of her core.

I looked at her. “Mom?” I asked, brushing her hair aside. She was out. We had literally fucked her senseless. I gave a choked laugh in spite of myself.

Dad stood, pulling out of mom’s ass with a sucking ‘pop.’ His cock hung, still half erect and dripping with a combination of mom’s juices and his own spunk. I let out a breath and eased mom off of me, rolling her over to the side and laying her on the bed. She reflexively curled up, the act exposing her holes as I stood up and looked at her, both of which were leaking cum. Dad gave a laugh of his own and gave me a little hit on the shoulder.

“That was some fun, huh?” he smiled.

I looked at him in such a state of confusion; our nakedness didn’t even register with me. “You’re not going to kill me are you?”

Dad laughed out loud, startling me. “Damon, I haven’t had that much fun since I was your age!”

“How did you find out?” I dared to ask.

“Hell, I figured it out before your mom and I got back together.” He shrugged. “It seemed kinda odd for her to contact me so soon after your visit from basic training.”

“Jesus, dad,” I stammered. “That was years ago.”

He just shrugged again. “I know.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I had to ask.

“Why bother?” he waved off the notion. “Mya was mine again; you were back home instead of ‘over there,’ why should I bother with the details?”

“But…”

“Damon, look,” he cut me off. “I’m glad this happened. Seriously. But now you guys don’t have to hide anything from me, okay? I really don’t care about you two having a fling. Just don’t count me out, okay?”

I gawked at him. “I honestly don’t know what to say, dad.”

“Say we’ll do this more often.” He smiled.

I smiled back at him. We turned our attention to mom, who was whimpering in the afterglow. We chuckled again to ourselves and went to take care of her.



We did end up doing it more often. When it was all said and done, it was nothing for us to have three-ways every weekend. Mom would come over to my place now and then just to fuck me when I couldn’t come over, with dad’s blessing even. We were all closer than ever, and we made sure that we stayed that way. I remember it well. It wasn’t any real surprise that those tendencies affected me later on in my own relationships.

But that’s another story.

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