So one morning I moved my things into my father’s room, filling the spaces my late mother left empty. I had to save him from himself, and I intended...to do anything that required. He never thanked me, but every night when he pulled me in close I knew he appreciated it. I had woken up with morning wood against my ass a few times. I always ignored it, chalking it up to nature. But this morning was different; my father was grinding against me slowly. His breathing was heavy and his voice was hoarse. I make a soft squeaking sound, just wanting to feel his lips against mine again, when he stands and pulls his shirt off. I scoot back on the bed, leaning against the pillows. "Your bed is really comfy," I say, staring at his smooth chest and biting my lip. He climbs onto the bed and lays on his side next to me. He pulls at the hem of my shirt, and I quickly take it off, revealing my red lace bra and 36D's."Yeah? I like this bed," he mutters, climbing on top of me, "especially now that you're in. While kissing me her hands moved to my trousers and she started removing my pants. She using her legs removed my pants. Now my cock shoot up like a spring. She forcely sat over it. I was feeling like a hell. She took my hands and made me touch on her boobs.Now I too got on fire and I started to press and squeeze her beautiful orange shaped globes. It was of first a kind of experience for me. I was thrilled. She now unbuttoned her clips and dropped her blouse. Now she was stunning in the bra. I. “Rick! What are you doing?”“Umm, Mom, I...”Not fully awake, I had difficulties finding words at this point.“Look at the mess you’ve made on my couch, young man!” exclaimed Mom.Nothing to say to that. Mom stormed up to the couch. She further checked out me, my deflated cock, and the drying sperm around me.“You are supposed to do things like that in your room and not on my couch,” she said in a softening tone. Obviously she was referring to me masturbating. She couldn’t know of my two.