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Dysfunctional Family

By: Dysfunctional Family



She reached over and took the soap and, starting at her breasts, began lathering up her smooth feminine skin. Over the slopes of her breasts, across the nipples, she used the soap to lather and the following bare hand to smooth the suds in to her sensitive skin. Her eyes closed as her hands moved indicating to me how good she felt from the touch of her own fingers on the sensitive and sensual parts of her body.

Then seeming to ignore the area of her waist and belly, the hand holding the soap slid straight down to between the tops of her thighs that parted, allowing her to steer the soap along the line of her labia lips. Her hips thrust upward as the soap slid backward and forward between those intimate folds of a woman's body. I could see the different pinkish colour of her inner lining clearly from above as one leg bent at the knee and lifted clear of the water to allow the soap better access to mom's clitoris and vaginal opening.

My cock stiffened fully, despite my conscience trying one last time to make me turn my head away and leave my wonderful mother to the privacy of her sensual feelings. I found myself reaching down, lowering my fly zip and reaching in to self-caress in a manner similar to the way Sharon did me a few days ago.

My cock now in hand, I watched as my mom's hips lifted in time with the strokes that the soap was making against her clit. But we both jumped in fright at the sudden urgent sound of her cell phone ringing. 'Damn, don't stop for that,' I heard myself urging, but she already had, picking it up from alongside her and peering at the dial to check who was calling before committing to answer.

"Hello lover," I heard my mom say with a broad smile and I assumed that it must be my dad calling in the middle of the day. "Well, your timing is perfect actually," she continued, "I'm soaking in a warm bath." She paused to listen to the caller's response, then, "Of course I'm naked, isn't that how most people take a bath. Yes, I am laying back here in the warm soaking water, completely nude and exposed, that is, if anybody could see me now."

A pang of guilt shot through me at hearing her comment and then I realised that I was still holding my hard cock, my strokes having ceased when hers did. I watched and listened some more.

"Oh you would, would you? That's extremely naughty of you." I wondered what he had said to her to draw that comment. It was funny because my mom and dad didn't show this kind of affection these days. "Well darling, since you are not here in the water with me, doing that to me -- oh, but I wish you were. Anyway, since you're not, I have a little confession to make to you. Before you called, I was ... err, oh dear, how do I say it ... honey, I was kind of doing all that stuff to myself." She paused to listen to him again, then added, "Darling, you might call it masturbation, but that's a very clinical word. I just think of it as being intimate with myself."

I couldn't believe that I was hearing this stuff, having already seen much more than I had ever expected of my mom. You know how when we are kids and we learn about sex, we find it hard to imagine our parents still doing all that sex stuff. As we are discovering how good all that sex business feels, we just don't want to picture our moms and dads actually doing it. But here it was, really strong sex stuff being talked about by my parents.

"No Paul, I was only priming myself for you, I wasn't actually going to cum until I was with you, in your arms, in your bed, letting you fill me with that delicious BIG prick of yours."

'Hold the phone,' my silent voice screamed in my head, 'did she say Paul? No, she couldn't have said Paul ... my dad's name is not Paul, he is Warren.'

"No Paul, don't you dare tell me that," my mom was shouting at the caller now, a caller that I suddenly realised with her second mention of the name Paul was not my father.

"But Paul, this has been planned for a week ... what do you mean sudden business meeting? I thought that you loved me enough that you would make sure that they didn't get in the way of our afternoon delights. I am putting it all on the line for you. For god's sake, if Warren found out, he'd kill me. Paul, you have to understand, I have a lot to lose if our affair ever gets exposed. Don't you dare treat me like shit."

I was now hearing more than I ever wanted to know about my mother, and all the while, the cock in my hand was wilting at this revelation that my mother was cheating on my dad. What was I going to do about this? Should I try to be a mediator, sit down with mom, let her know what I heard and urge her to stop at once. But then she would want to know how I found out about her. I doubt that I would have heard this same conversation through the closed bathroom door. I would have to reveal that I had become a voyeur, perving on my own mother intentionally through the blades of the ceiling fan above.

While I had been wrestling with my dilemma, my mom had been silent, seemingly listening as her lover pleaded his case. By the look on her face as her demeanour mellowed after her fury, the mystery man Paul must be winning the argument. He must be good in bed for her if she was prepared to back down from the hostile stance she had just taken with him.

"If you're sure you can, as long as you promise that you won't let me down again, I can make it Friday. But if you pull this urgent business meeting stunt on me again, the only place that prick of yours will be going is back to your nagging wife. It won't be fucking me again."

Hey, what a day of revelations, dad had cursed a bit through the years, but I had never heard my mother say fuck before. She had always been such a prim and proper woman, even quite religious in her way.

I watched my mom's face brighten in a curious way. She said to her caller, "Really, would you like that? But what about your so-called important meeting that forced you to cancel our date, have you got time?" A pause, and then, "Oh 2.30 is it ... well, you really do have time don't you? So what do you want me to do? Oh, you mean what I told you I was doing with myself in the bath? Paul, I don't know if I can get myself back into the zone, I mean we women are not like you men, we can't just switch it on and off like a tap."

So it sounded like her Paul was urging her to resume her masturbation that I had been able to watch from above. Oh God, did I really need to see and hear this? Should I leave now? 'Of course not,' I told myself, 'I have come this far.'

I watched as my mom listened to her lover on the phone, then with an impish smile, her free hand slid back down into the water and slid between her legs, stroking the soft smooth skin of her upper thighs. "Yes Paul, my darling, I am picturing your BIG prick, oh I just love it so and what it feels like when you slide it into my vagina."

There was a pause while she listened to her lover, then "No Paul, it's a vagina, and that's all you're gonna get from me." Another pause, "Darling, you know I don't like to use those words, that's for men to use when they're out with the boys having a drink and telling dirty jokes." A further pause, "Paul, you know how it took me ages for you to get me to call that fine hard thing you push into me so well a prick and to say the word fuck, but I did get there in the end, I did that for you. But this ... I don't know, it just seems like an awful word, it sounds obscene."

As I watched my mom's free hand sliding up and down her smooth inner thighs, my own cock began to surge once more, stiffening in my hand that still held on to it.

"Paul, you are a very determined man, aren't you? My God, sometimes I think you manipulate me. Okay, all right, so how do you want me to say it? Like I did before only you want me to use that word ... okay damn you? Are you ready? Paul, I am picturing your BIG prick and I just love the way it feels when you slide it into my ... into my cunt. My cunt Paul, my cunt ... my hot juicy cunt ... there, I said it for you, are you happy now?"

Although my mother appeared to struggle with using that word, her actions were something else. The fingers that had been stroking up and down in the water on her smooth inner thighs, were now foraging into the intimate folds of her labia lips. Her eyes rolled and her head tilted further back and her upper body pushed up, her nipples rising out of the water.

"Yes Paul, my fingers are there now, I am touching myself down there ... I can feel them between those lips. Yes, and on my clitoris too ... oh yes Paul, they're on my clit, touching it, rubbing my fingertips around it. Oh, I wish it were your fingers, not mine Paul. Oh, it was going to be you today ... I was expecting to feel your wonderful BIG prick inside me ... fucking me, filling me with its strength, making me cum like nobody else ever has. And then when I couldn't cum anymore, you would cum inside me and fill me up with your wondrous fluids."

I couldn't believe that I was hearing my very own wonderful loving mother, who had raised me, taught me to have the highest morals, to respect women, talking like this -- like a whore - to another man, a man who was not her husband ... not my father.

I never expected to watch my mother masturbating in front of me, yet here she was lying back in the warm water of her bath, her fingers now swirling around and around her bulging clit, her breathing heavy and ragged, her hips constantly churning. "Yes Paul, soon my darling ... oh my God, I am nearly there ... oh, how I wish you were here, inside me, filling me with your BIG prick."

My hand was beating at my own stiff erection now even though it shamed me to be getting off from watching and hearing my own mother's infidelity with a strange man. Her hips humped up, her hand clasped her pubis tightly, expressive gasps and a scream came from her lips as her whole body almost lifted up clear of the water, followed by a series of spasms as my mother obviously came in a crashing powerful orgasm.

"Yes, yes, yes Paul ... now, oh I'm cumming now ... yes, it's now my darling!"

Then, my own cock was spurting cum onto the dusty floor of the loft as my hand pumped my cock to a satisfactory conclusion. I closed my eyes and rested my forehead on my other arm as I soaked up the sensations of the release that had just rocketed through my body.

As I came down from my climax, I raised my head to again peer down between the blades of the ceiling fan. My mom was still now, lying quietly in her bath, her one hand still holding herself, the fingers wedged tightly between the top of her thighs while the other hand still held the phone.

"Paul, are you still there?" A long pause, "Did you cum too, my darling? But how could you, aren't you in your office? My God, did you take it out to do that? But honey, anybody could have come in, weren't you afraid of getting caught with that BIG prick of yours in your hand? Oh my God, what a sight that would have been, I wish I could have been there to see it. But that's silly of course, we both know that if I was there, you wouldn't be wasting it by holding it ... you'd be thrusting it up inside me." A further pause while she listened to her lover. "Is that what we just did Paul, was that phone sex? Is that what it is? Oh darling, I didn't even know that's what I was doing."

Hey, what rock had my mother been hiding under. I was only 19, still uninitiated into full-on sex and I knew that what I had just watched my mother do with her lover was phone sex. Only that neither she nor her mystery man Paul knew that three people had just cum together.

Chapter Three

Over the next few days, I wrestled with the ramifications of what I had heard while witnessing my mother's activities in her bath. Should I keep my newly found knowledge to myself and allow my parent's marriage to deteriorate, or was it my duty to inform my father? He was a good man and I felt that my mom was blind-siding him by having an affair with this Paul guy. Perhaps I should confront my mother, tell her what I now knew and demand that she break up with Paul or I would tell my dad.

My preference was for the latter, but every time I saw my mother, I couldn't pluck up the courage to confront her. Besides, I was worried that she might somehow trace my discovery of her affair to me voyeuristically watching her take her bath. I would prefer for mom to still think of me fondly as her loving devoted son.

Now, at 19 years of age and with a sister of 21, it was very rare that all four of us would be in the same place at the same time. It was hard enough to find us all at home at once, let alone together on a night out. But that's what happened when one of the neighbours had a Saturday night party and invited almost the whole neighbourhood.

Of course, my sister and I didn't turn up with mom and dad ... that would have been decidedly uncool. No, I arrived fashionably late sometime after 9. I didn't have a date to take and since this was a neighbourhood party and I knew most of the local girls, I couldn't see myself hooking up with anyone. So I figured that I would be polite, put in an appearance, give it an hour, then quietly slip away for another night pursuing young women in the hope that I would at last find the one to sweep away my virginity.

I worked my way around the house where the party was. My sister was chatting with a bunch of girls around her own age so I gave that group a wide berth. The less my sister knew about my sex life, the better. I spotted my mom in the living room, she was chatting to a couple of guys whose names I didn't know. For a moment, I pondered whether one might be her mystery man Paul.

Finally, out onto the back patio that looked out over a large garden with some big trees that ran down to the lake. Only the lights from the house lighted the patio and there were fairy lights in the trees, but other than that, the back garden area was quite dark. Oh, there was my dad, chatting one-on-one with a gorgeous looking woman. 'Hey, good one dad, I hope mom gets to see that, it would teach her a lesson.'

I didn't recognise the woman with my dad, I couldn't place her as one of the neighbours that I knew. That's not to say that she wasn't a neighbour, but she wasn't familiar to me. I sidled over to them, more for dad to be aware that I had done the right thing by our neighbours and turned up than for anything else.

"Hi Brad," said dad, "how are they hanging?" It was his favoured opening line to me pretty much since I had reached puberty.

To which I usually replied -- and did tonight -- "To the left, dad."

He would always have a chuckle as if it was the first time, and not the hundredth, that we had gone through this routine.

The woman standing with him, who was even more attractive up close, added, "More important Warren, how are yours hanging tonight?"

Dad looked at me, embarrassment on his face and he turned back to her, almost stuttering, "Oh, err ... oh, the same Miranda." The woman giggled and grinned broadly while my dad looked sheepish as he checked to see if I was following this conversation. Seeing the blank look on my face, dad said, "Oh Brad, I am sorry, you haven't met this lovely woman. Brad, this is Miranda, she's a friend of the Jeffery family, she's been staying with them. You know, down in number 22."

The attractive woman stretched her hand out to me and I took it. "Hello Brad, your dad has just been telling me all about you and your studies. I am pleased to meet you."

"Hi, good to meet you" was the basic extent of my vocabulary for the adult generation. Then, turning to my father, I added, "I'm gonna go get a drink, dad."

"Yeah, sure son."

I left them out on the patio and found my way to the bar that had been set up. It appeared like the whole night was a catered affair with a waitress walking around with varying plates of hors d'oeuvres. I got myself a beer and did the circuit again. Mom now had added another man, making three, and one woman to her conversation group, but she seemed to be the centre of attention. I had always thought of her as being a bit shy and retiring, like myself, but I guess that opinion might have changed after hearing her talk to Paul and now seeing her be all flirty with these guys at the party.

I moved on, in the next room, there was my sister in amongst the large group of giggling young women. I paused a little longer this time, sipping on my beer while I stood off to one side, checking out the arses of the girls with their backs to me and the breasts of the ones that were facing me. As much as it pained me to find good in anything to do with my sister, with whom I had never got on, I had to concede she had the best arse of those with their backs to me -- a definite 9 out of 10.

I caught up with a couple of guys that I hung with, and who had obviously done the same as me, and come to this neighbourhood party just to satisfy the olds. After about fifteen minutes planning where we would all meet up once we had each quietly and individually slipped away from here, I headed back out onto the patio. My dad and Miranda were no longer where I had left them, although I had to concede that nearly half-an-hour had elapsed since I drifted off just to get a drink.

I stayed out there on my own on the patio, cooled by the breeze off the lake. There were only five other people in a group, chatting. After a few minutes, the woman of the house appeared in the doorway from the living room and grandly announced, "Everybody needs to come inside, Larry is going to make a short speech."

The group of five obediently turned and followed the hostess inside. Rebellious, I decided that I wasn't going to be commanded to listen to Larry's speech, particularly since I doubted that it would have any relevance to a 19-year-old. I drifted across to the edge of the patio and peered off through the trees toward the shimmering water of the lake, illuminated by the moon that had now appeared from behind the clouds.

From inside the house, I could hear Larry's booming voice that had silenced the general hubbub of chatter. In the other direction, from among the trees toward the lake, I heard laughter and a woman giggling. So not everybody had responded to the call of Larry's wife to come and listen to her husband speak. Having not seen my dad or Miranda on my last circuit of the house, I wondered if they just might be the voices that I could hear laughing and giggling in among the trees. My God, I once wouldn't have even contemplated that my dad would be out there with a woman other than my mom. But after what I had seen of mom the other day, I could now countenance anything.

I looked back toward the living room but everybody's attention inside was directed to attentively listening to Larry. I slipped down the stairs into the garden and quietly crossed over to the tree line. It was not a forest, but there were quite a few trees. The laughter was getting louder as I stealthily crept forward in the direction of whoever was out here in the near dark.

A woman's voice spoke, "Oh, I don't know if I should, I mean really, I hardly know you."

While her words were loud and clear, the male voice that answered her spoke very softly, like in an intimate way. I couldn't make out his words, but I didn't dare go much closer. From the sound of the woman's voice, I guessed that the couple could be only a few yards away.

Although I couldn't make out the male's actual words, I could hear a general murmur so I knew that he had talked up a storm, like his voice went on for a couple of minutes. Whoever it was must have been putting up a persuasive argument for the woman to come across.

At last, she giggled happily before speaking again, "You sure are a sweet-talker, aren't you? You're trying to charm me right out of my panties, you naughty man." Some more giggling from the woman, then, "You know Warren, I am really a good girl, normally I wouldn't have let you even see my breasts, let alone suck on them, if I hadn't had one drink too many. But I have to admit that you are very good at that."