Tim Jackson was a pretty normal 15-year old teenager. He was an only child, well built and proud of the various changes that had occurred to his body at puberty. Most of his knowledge about girls had been gleaned at school from Billy Knott, a local farmer’s son who seemed to know everything about sex – although in fact he was only experienced in watching his father’s herd being mated by the bull; it was his Dad who had made a vague reference to humans being similar in their habits, thus qualifying Billy to be an expert at school.
Tim was aware of what lay beneath a girl’s clothing (above the waist) since Mary Potts had allowed – even encouraged – him to explore briefly under her sweater after a Youth Club disco, with the surprising result that when he woke up the next morning there was a sticky damp patch on his pyjamas. Since then he had followed Billy’s detailed instructions how to make it happen in the privacy of the toilet at home, particularly if he cast his mind back to Mary Potts’ fine young breasts.
Together with other mates who congregated around Billy during the lunch break, they had all agreed that middle-aged parents like his own should no longer engaged in sex – they were all of 35 and 37 respectively, as it was only something that young people did.
One Saturday after the football match had been cancelled because of a violent thunderstorm, Tim returned home early and let himself into the house by the back door because he still had his football boots on and knew Mother would be upset if he dirtied the hall carpet. He took off his boots and washed his hands before walking slowly into the sitting room to watch T/V. As he passed through the hall he heard noises from upstairs and wondered why his parents were home so early on a Saturday afternoon; usually they stayed out shopping until about six.
Slowly he climbed the stairs and as he reached the half-landing he realised the sound was coming from their bedroom – a noise that made him tread very quietly until he could see into the room through a crack in the half-open door.
He was confronted by a view of his Mother he had never seen before. She was lying on her back on the bed, apparently naked, with her knees bent and her thighs wide apart. Kneeling on the end of the bed was the rear view of his Father, his naked white bottom in the air and his head buried between her open thighs. The noise he had heard was coming from his Mother as she panted and moaned with the treatment she was receiving from her husband.
He realised he was getting an erection as he watched his parents enjoying their sexual union, and his eyes remained riveted to the scene.
After a few minutes his Father lifted his head, “You’re really wet & ready for me now” he said breathlessly licking his lips, and he moved onto the bed beside his wife.
“I want to come on top,” his Mother panted, sitting up and moving to straddle her husband.
“OK but don’t expect it to take long - I’m desperate to fuck you”
Tim almost let out a gasp. He’d never heard his Father use words like that before, but his attention was quickly diverted by the sight of his Mother’s body below the waist – a dark triangle of hair filling the place between her thighs.
“I shan’t take long,” replied his Mother, lowering herself onto his body, “Not after all that licking on my clitty, …. aaah, that’s where I want him” she gasped as she settled down with her husband’s prick firmly embedded in her creamy vagina. She started to rise and fall on him, letting out little gasps each time she drove her pelvis downwards and felt the full length of his prick. Having a partly sidelong view of the proceedings he saw that his Mother’s breasts were bigger that Mary Potts’ but hung lower.
Tim’s hand went involuntarily to the front of his tracksuit and grasped the erection inside. He could feel himself getting excited and wondered how long his parents would take to finish their pleasuring.
Deep throaty moans began to emanate from the bed and he heard his Father gasp “Nearly there, darling – harder, harder”
His Mother increased the speed of her movements and suddenly there was a loud groan from the bed and a shrill cry from above.
“Now, now, NOW” his Mother shouted, grinding her pelvis down onto the pulsing prick as it jetted its load into her. She collapsed forwards and lay on her husband’s chest, both bodies heaving with their exertions.
At the same time Tim’s hand felt his erection twitch and then shudder as it soaked the inside of his tracksuit with a similar, but smaller, portion of what his Father had just ejaculated. He retreated cautiously & quietly to his room and changed quickly into jeans before tiptoeing downstairs to the kitchen. Once there he slammed the back door noisily and shouted “I’m home, Mum, the match was cancelled because of the rain”
He heard more noise from upstairs and about two minutes later his Mother appeared, looking very flushed. She had on a skirt and sweater (unbeknown to Tim, that was all she was wearing) and greeted him rather breathlessly.
“Dad & I were just changing – we got ever so wet in the rain,” she said, a little breathlessly, as she put on the kettle.
Tim sat at the table and looked at the paper, trying to appear calm and detached from what he had witnessed. Suddenly he saw his Mother put a hand down quickly to below her waist, clench her legs together and utter a little gasp.
Blushing furiously she turned to Tim, “Can you make the tea – I’m bursting to spend a penny” she said without making eye contact, and almost ran from the room to the downstairs cloakroom. Tim heard the toilet flush and his Mother run upstairs. Had he but known, she had just felt the most embarrassing flood of semen pour from her as she stood in the kitchen and needed urgently to staunch the flow and put on some panties.
Tim’s Father appeared in the kitchen, looked at Tim and asked how long he’d been at home.
“Only about five minutes” Tim lied, noticing the relieved expression on Father’s face.

That night in bed Tim had his second sexual release of the day as he thought about all he had seen, and considered how he would relate the experience to Billy and the rest of his mates at school the next day. He also wondered if Mary Potts was equally hairy to his Mother ‘down there’ – perhaps after the next Disco he might have chance to find out.