Getting into the family business by robdcruz
Discover the enticing tale of 'Getting into the Family Business' by Rob Dcruz. This erotic sex story explores forbidden desires and secret passions within a family dynamic. Dive into a world of seduction, intrigue, and steamy encounters that will leave you craving more. Perfect for those seeking a thrilling escape!<br/>
A young man discovered mom’s new hobby of posting online has taken a sexy turn. Long Read.
Looking back, one could say it was obvious what was going to happen. But at the time it just seemed so impossible that one couldn’t blame me for not seeing it coming.
My parents were a model of suburban perfection. My dad had a great career as a financial analyst and my mom had dedicated her life to the family as a stay at home mom. I played my part well too. I was 18, just graduated from high school with fantastic grades, played sports, had a good college lined up, and always kept my nose clean.
Like a lot of stay at home parents, during my teens when I didn’t need her to drive me around everywhere or be in charge of all my decisions, my mom got bored. Thankfully she found self-care as a hobby, or even a religion, and started to transform her body into what she had always wanted it to be.
Mind you, she was always beautiful. My mom was about 5’3”, very thin, with perfect pale skin, blue eyes, and movie star blonde hair. Even back then I wasn’t too proud to also noticed that she had a decent sized ass, and a pair of cute handfuls for tits. Some people compared her to a 50s pinup model, and she had played the part at a few costume parties. She always dressed well and was of course all of my friend’s first crush. Again being honest, she was mine too. But thats not so bizarre. Right? Freud and all that.
Mom first got into yoga, then any other fitness class that the local gym had to offer and soon had tightened herself up. She went from thin to lean and fit. Her regular house clothes went from big t-shirts to leggings and athletic wear that did a nice job to show off her body.
A few years ago, despite the transformation, she told my dad she still wasn’t where she wanted to be. All the working out had taken her already modest breasts and shrunk them. She wanted bigger and my dad was happy to oblige. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world. Not only did his wife make herself hotter in middle age, but she wanted bigger tits without him having to request it. He spared no expense and bought her the best doc money could buy. Mom went from a small B cup to a large C. The doc was great and despite the large size and her small frame, the tits hung naturally. No bolt-ons for her.
I could tell an immediate difference after the surgery. My mom was as confident as could be in her body. She was always in a great mood, more relaxed, and definitely more affectionate with dad. It was great to see her so happy. And did I mention how happy my dad was?
My parents had never been shy of showing off their nakedness in the household. Up until my teens, it was completely normal for them to both change in front of me if I happened to be in the room. It wasn’t until I myself started to become aware of my own body and want privacy that my parents did they same. I guess they were just waiting to follow my cues. What didn’t change was my parents affection for each other. They kissed and hugged each other liberally. Not just pecks on the cheek either. If my parents share even 1 bottle of wine, I know that they will be making out on the couch and heading to bed early for sure. The sound of their fucking is like a soundtrack to my childhood.
I remember one time waking in on them “cuddling” on the couch after they thought I went to bed. Dad was spooning mom, and they were both covered from neck to toe in a blanket despite the warm weather. They both looked flushed as they lay there, ostensibly watching TV. As we spoke, it felt weird as to why they seemed really intent on not moving and not disturbing the blanket. I got a glass of water and returned to bed, only then realizing that they must have been fucking under the blanket. Thinking back, I began to pull many memories of them in similar situations that now made sense.
Even though she basically dressed in the same athletic gear after her breast implants that she had before, the atmosphere in the house when she was around seemed to get way more erotically charged. I couldn’t help but sneak peaks are her big tits as she walked around the house. I felt like a pervert as I acknowledged looking forward to seeing what kind of outfit she wore that day. My favorite tops tended to be the tight sports bras with cut outs to show off more skin. I bless the people everyday whose job it is to come up with new ways to show off girl’s tits without exposing the whole thing.
I’m definitely not the only one in the house that has enjoyed my mom’s new outfits. Dad has been extra touchy-feely with her. As I said, it’s normal to see them kiss, but dad has been a little extra with the way he lets his hands roam over her ass. He caught me staring as he groped her ass once and gave me a wink. Another time, as we were both downstairs drinking a morning coffee before my mom had a chance to come down he turned to me with a conspiratorial smile on his face and said, “Wait till you see what your mom is wearing today.” He slapped my shoulder and raised his eyebrows as if we were just two buddies talking about a hot girl at the gym. Sure enough, a few minutes later, mom came down wearing what looked liked booty shorts made out of spandex, and a tight sports bra that cut low, but had crisscrossing bands to hold it up.
Her toned legs were on full display and each step she took down the stairs allowed her tits to give a subtle bounce. My dad and I were side by side, admiring this hot piece of ass together. He even gave me a nudge to make sure I was looking. When she gave him a kiss and a hug, he made a show of encircling her ass with his hands and giving it a squeeze, looking over at me with a big grin on his face. A normal guy might be pissed that someone was objectifying their mother like that. But it being my dad, made my own lusting for her feel completely normal. I gave an awkward smile and eyebrow raise back, but didn’t let my excitement over her intensely sexy body show too much. That night I listened out for the sounds of my parents fucking, and imagined myself in my father’s place.
The next descent down the slippery slope of horniness came when she discovered me watching clips on TikTok. Mom chided me at first for spending wasted minutes scrolling through pointless clips. But sure enough, a day later, she had downloaded the app herself and was happily swiping away. It wasn’t much longer before she made her first post.
“Alex, can you come here?” mom called from the living room. I came in from the kitchen to see her staring with a confused expression at her phone.
“What’s up?”
“I’m trying to post this clip but can’t figure out how to line it up with the music.”
“Post? Mom, come on. Enjoying a mindless scroll is one thing, but to post is a whole other. You know what’s on the internet lives forever right?”
“Thanks daddy,” she said sarcastically. “Yes, I do know that. I’m the one who gave you the big internet talk when you were a young teen,” she said with a chuckle as she swatted my arm. “It’s fine. I don’t really have a lot of people I worry about seeing what I post anyway, and it just seems like so much fun. Look at all these people doing this dance trend,” she said, eagerly showing me a clip of a 20-something year old doing a choreographed dance to a ten-second song.