One of my friends in high school told me that my mother was a really lucky woman to have a hunk like him as her husband. Personally, ever since I was ...ixteen and began noticing his leers, I'd stopped seeing him in any way but creepy. And I knew that my mother wasn't so lucky as I'm sure their sex life probably suffered after she contracted cancer.As I peeled away his clothing, I noticed what my friends had, what even Charlie had noticed, perhaps. My father was quite attractive. He had a. .." I slid in him and he started shaking his ass all over my cock. My cock easing into him as we both moaned. He took my hands and made me hold onto his ass as he started to ride me. I looked up at him and all I saw was him riding my cock and loving it. I could feel his tight ass sliding up and down on my cock as I grabbed handfuls of his gay ass. "Fuck me... please fuck me.... come on.." He begged. I started to slowly thrust but after feeling how good it was I started to fuck him. Thinking. If I ever did, that is.She did the dishes and cleaned the house, wanting it to be perfect when Gary came home. Gary sometimes came home for lunch, so she wanted everything ready for him. Lunch came and went, so she ate what she cooked for Gary. After she had cleaned the kitchen again, she lay down for a quick nap.Her nightmares always had the same theme. She couldn't move. Sometimes she was tied and gagged, sometimes trapped in quicksand, but she couldn't call for help. Her nightmares always. ”“Okay, let me get a drink and I'll be there in a minute.”I headed back to the den to wait. After five minutes, which seemed like ten years, her heels came clicking down the hallway. She walked into the den with a Tanquerey and tonic in a crystal rock tumbler, the ice tinkling like a tiny xylophone. Her huge breasts were bouncing youthfully inside her blouse. I let my eyes linger on them a little longer than usual, and she noticed.“Peter, what did I tell you about staring at my.