Family Secrets - Nights

Note: This is a Family incest story. I got the idea from a few stories I have read on Literotica. I hope you like this, this is my very first story on Literotica. I would like any helpful feedback.
Thanks to zieff, Demiurging, hotandhollow and others, who I have reached out to help me edit this story. I would also like to thank CodeLove, who has been a major help. CodeLove is a very talented aspiring writer on Literotica, who hasn't been able to submit his amazing story yet, but I hope that someday, he's able to submit it.
This story is a work of fiction. All characters are of legal age (over 18)
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(12:30 am - Sunday.)
I woke up thirsty and got up to go get a glass of water. However, as I was going to get water, I was sidetracked by noises coming from my parents' bedroom. Theirs is the largest room in the house. The beds in all rooms face east, as per my parents' weird beliefs. The head of the bed's 2 feet away from the walls, and 7 feet away from the door.
Their room is located across from mine and my older brother's bedroom. Up until 6 years ago, a year after we moved here, you could hear anything that happened in each bedroom, from the lightest step to the slightest movement in bed. My parents decided to change the doors and floors so that you couldn't hear anything.
Usually around this time I'm sleeping. The only way I wake up is to use the bathroom or drink water. And when I'm asleep I tend not to hear anything that happens since I'm a heavy sleeper.
The noises I heard didn't sound like footsteps or casual talking between my parents. I didn't think much of it until later when I heard what seemed like my mom moaning. Being naturally curious, I headed to their room to check. As I was walking, I could see the door is opened slightly, a light shaft coming out from the room. I approached the door and discretely widened the gap without raising attention.
The room was dimly lit. The shower was running, the bed squeaking, and I could hear a slapping sound of skin-hitting-skin. I realized my parents were having sex in there. I stood frozen in the corridor and, being naturally curious, I listened carefully.
Hearing them having sex came as a shock to me because of how my mom acts around my dad: they are the least romantic people I know. I never see them kiss or hug each other. I was under the impression they were married just for the sake of marriage and had kids just for perpetuation.
As I looked inside towards the bed, located a couple of feet away from me, the scene in front of me made me immediately freeze. Seeing my mom completely naked, faced away, I could see a glimpse of the side of her breast as she rocked up and down on Dad and she looked really sexy from where I was.
... it was hot and watching my parents having sex oddly didn't turn me off, nor gross me out. I sort of enjoyed what I was witnessing right in front of me.
They looked like they had been going at it for a while; Mom's shoulder-length curly hair was a mess, and she was sweating profusely. I thought they might have started in the shower, continued onto the bed, and forgot to turn off the shower.
As I admired my naked mother riding my dad, reverse cowgirl, I heard the shower turn off and I instinctively ducked away. Peering cautiously into the room, I saw my dad come out of the bathroom wearing his lungi and drying his head with a towel. Fortunately, my involuntary gasp could not be heard over the sounds my mom was making as she was bouncing on whoever was in bed, fucking her.
"You guys are still at it?" my dad asked with a chuckle as he put the towel on top of the dresser.
"Sorry, Dad. We're just finishing up," the man under my mom responded with a laugh. I didn't need to hear any more to know it was John, my older brother. My eyes were now wide with disbelief at what was happening before me. Did I hear correctly?
"Just a few more... if you want you can join in again," said John, reluctance in his voice.
Whatever doubt I had had evaporated when I heard him. It was clearly my brother's voice.
"No, it's fine," Dad said, "take your time, you seem to be enjoying it."
Mom kept bouncing on my brother. At first, she said nothing, lost in the moment, but then she motioned Dad towards her. He walked around to the left side of the room towards my mom's left side. Mom slowed down her rhythm and reached out for Dad. He leaned towards her, kissing her. As my mom pulled him closer, my dad lifted his hands and started fondling her left breast. Mom kissed him passionately, her face and most of her body blocked from sight by Dad's. As they were kissing, I saw Dad's lungi drop to the floor. My dad is now naked, standing there with his hands on Mom's left breast, his cock dangling freely. When they broke the kiss, Mom increased the pace, was now fully into it, grunting, moaning, and bouncing.
What I was witnessing stunned me and aroused me at the same time. My mom, Ann, was riding John's cock, her cone-shaped muğla escort breasts bouncing wildly as she rode him. Standing next to them is my dad, now naked. Mom again leaned closed and reached out, this time to grab Dad's cock. Dad closed his eyes as his wife's hands were caressing in.
"Damn, Mom. Your ass is... uh... huge," my brother said as he slapped her ass, grabbing a handful.
"Hey, don't call your mother fat," Dad quipped as he pulled away from her mouth, fondling Mom's left breast and sucking on her right nipple.
"I wasn't calling her... uh... fat. It's just... ugh... she has a perfect body," John said in response, with a slightly happy and proud voice.
"Aww... thanks, moné (son)," Mom replied as she kept bouncing on him. I couldn't see her face as she was facing away, but she seemed extremely happy, flattered by his comment, and enjoying herself as she bobbed along his cock.
The scene in front of me was making me weak in the knees. I found myself playing with my cock through my pajamas. What I was seeing should have angered me, but as I watched my parents and brother have sex together, it was just making me horny. Why I felt horny and excited, I don't know. All the sounds and the scene were stimulating me so much that I couldn't hold myself. I took out my cock and began to stroke. I didn't care if they saw me, after all they were the ones doing it. Seeing your parents having sex is one thing, but seeing your brother included...
Everything about what I was seeing shocked me. Mom had a near-hourglass frame. At first glance, one wouldn't be able to appreciate her whole figure because of the clothes that she always wears, which are usually sarees, churidar, or loose clothes. She is very Christian, and conservative in her fashion, but, as I have recently come to realize, she has a wonderful figure, birthing hips, and an amazing fat ass, as my brother just implied.
"Moné, let's change position," Mom said. "I want to give your dad a blowjob." She stopped and got off my brother.
As she turned, one thing stood out. I knew that my mom had small breasts, but seeing them naked for the first time, I realized I had underestimated the size of her tits: though they were small, they weren't tiny by any means, rather they looked like the perfect size to fit into your hands. Her perky breasts had a cone shape with near-perfect caramel nipples.
"Okay, Mom," he replied and transitioned towards her breasts to kiss them when she got off him.
My dad took the place of my brother, reclining backwards on the bed where my brother was, followed by my mother swallowing my dad's cock, her plump lips engulfing it. They were just seven feet away, leaving me with a fabulous view of my mom being fucked doggy-style by my brother while sucking off my dad.
From the dark hallway, I couldn't see John push into Mom, but I could hear her groan as she pulled her mouth off Dad's cock, turning just slightly, I could see her tits flop with every pound. Every so often John would stop for a second as mom wiggled her hips on his cock, in a very seductive way.
Mom then went back to dad's cock, spitting on it as she stroked it. Licking the upper part with her tongue, she fondled his balls with her other hand. She licked for some time and then continued sucking again. Behind her, my brother had his hands on her ass, squeezing those fat ass cheeks together. He slowly pushed and pulled, then adjusted himself and started to fuck faster. Her incredible cone-shaped tits shook every time my brother pounded his cock into her amazing ass. I couldn't see her pussy, but the mom I was seeing in front of me looked sexy. The very Christian, church-going mother that I had known growing up looked like a horny, insatiable slut.
My brother was fucking her wildly now, the sounds of his thighs slapping her ass getting louder. Mom was responding by moaning around Dad's cock.
"Oh, I am loving it ...oh ...oh," she said, momentarily pausing on Dad's cock and to enjoy my brother's fucking.
"That's it ... that's it ... that's it," she said, her eyes rolling up and her body shaking...
She loudly moaned unintelligibly, "I'm cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming!! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" with her hands still on Dad's cock.
Her body relaxed a bit as my brother pulled his cock from her hole.
"Ahh... moné... do you want to get a blowjob together with your dad?" Mom asks as her mouth came off Dad's cock.
"Oh definitely," John replied, "I didn't cum yet."
"Come on then, lay down beside your father," she said, patting the spot.
He climbed onto the bed, pinching Mom's nipples as he went to lay down. Dad made room for him.
"Ouch!" my mom squealed, grabbing her right breast.
"Oh, sorry, Mom," my brother apologized with a silly smile on his face.
"It's fine, just don't pinch too hard... they're still sore from you two constantly teasing them yesterday," Mom said as she rubbed her breasts lightly.
"Hahaha... sorry escort muğla but we were horny," both my dad and brother said in unison.
"Sorry, but...
- "we were horny."
- "We were horny."
Both John and Dad laughed after speaking in unison.
"I noticed... Mmph!" Mom replied as she took Dad's cock in one hand and John's in her mouth. She started stroking and sucking both and after a couple of minutes took Dad's cock in her mouth then gave a couple of sucks. Then she went back over to my brother's cock and started to suck him, still stroking Dad.
She was sucking them in tandem. With her in full view, I saw her head bobbing up and down on both cocks, alternating between them.
"You two are lucky that Sai didn't come upstairs... otherwise we would have been in trouble," she said between her sucks.
"Yeah," my dad sighed as mom returned to sucking him.
Hearing this shocked me. They had been doing this at home whenever I'm not here? But why? How? When?
I felt betrayed by what I just heard. Why didn't they ever tell me? When did it start? How did it start? I was angry at them and jealous. Part of me wants to go in and join, but the other part of me wants to barge in and to know the circumstances under which this affair has started. I honestly didn't know how to feel.
I could see my mom take hold of my brother's cock as she replaced it with my dad's cock with his into her mouth. As she started sucking on John's cock, I saw both of my brother's hands grab her breasts and play with her nipples, while my dad played with her curly hair that bobbed with her head.
Mom released her mouth from my brother's cock with a loud pop, spitting on it and then stroking it before she switched to her husband's cock.
She looked like an expert cocksucker. Someone who I never would have guessed to be even sexual, was sucking both my dad's and brother's cocks, and appeared to know exactly what she was doing. Using her hands to care for one, as she moved her head up and down the other, dripping saliva down both their shafts, switching as she went.
"Come on, I don't want the bed to get messy." Mom stopped as she motioned to both my dad and brother to get off the bed.
She kissed both my brother and dad, then dropped down to her knees on the floor on the opposite side of the bed, cutting off my view of her body and leaving only a view from her shoulders up.
"Wait, Mom, hold on, put on your glasses." My brother interrupted Mom as she was about to start sucking them again and handed her glasses.
It was a pair that both me and my brother picked out for her, as a birthday gift. I call them the "geek-glasses" as they look like one of those big round geeky glasses. Since my mom loves big glasses both John and I thought they would be a perfect gift for her, and they were - they deeply [highlighted her fair facial / complimented] her facial features.
Seeing her wearing them then, though... I was unsure how to feel. Did my brother pick them for his own sexual pleasure or for something else?
"You really love cumming on my glasses, don't you?" Mom replied in a snarky tone, with her nose pinched up. As she put on her glasses.
"HA..HA..HA..
-We do."
-We do."
Both John and Dad answered together.
"Though, John likes it a little more than I do," Dad added.
Without missing a beat, she quickly grabbed both of their cocks, spitting on each of them, stroking them, as she took turns rapidly sucking both of their cocks. With a slutty expression she looked up at them, and both my brother and dad seemed to say something. I couldn't hear what they said, as they were now too far away.
My mom made a playful eye roll, pulling her mouth off their cocks, and continued stroking them. She opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. Just as she did that, they both grunted audibly, "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!"
Shot after shot, they sprayed cum into her wide-open mouth, some landing on her face, in her jet-black curls, and her covering her geek glasses. With her eyes closed she kept stroking both their cocks as more cum landed on her chest and tits. She licked up and down their shafts, trying to get every bit of their cum into her mouth.
Her face was entirely coated with cum. She opened her mouth, showing my dad and brother their cum before she swallowed it. Then, she stuck her tongue out like a slutty high school girl.
"Oh, Moné, could you get me a towel? I don't want it to get into my eyes," Mom said with an exhausted voice and cum all over her face and body.
"Here, Mom." John handed her the towel from the dresser.
After Dad finished, he sat on the bed whispering something to Mom that made her smirk, as she wiped the cum off her face with the towel.
"I'm gonna take a shower and call it a night," Mom said with an audible sigh of what sounded like tiredness. My brother offered her a hand as she got up from her knees.
"You need a shower as well. Care muğla escort bayan to join me?" she smiled, gesturing with a pointed glance to their bathroom.
She turned to Dad and asked, "How about you, honey? Wanna join us?"
"No, I'm fine. I showered enough for one night. You two go ahead. I'm gonna go to sleep."
"Oh, okay. Night," Mom replied, kissing him. My brother came up behind her to cup her breasts.
"Hands off, mister. Save it for the bathroom." She half-heartedly pulled his hands away.
Wanting not to be caught, I left and went to my bedroom. As I was leaving, I saw my brother continue to play with my mom's breasts. After I entered my room, I heard the shower start to run.
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(1:20 am - Sunday)
Lying in bed, I was feeling jealous, angry, mad, upset, excited, and hard, but I didn't know what to do. Seeing my mom in a way that I had never seen before was very hot and very exciting to me. I'd seen her half-naked twice before when she was changing her clothes but never like this. This was the first time I'd ever seen her have sex, not to mention having a threesome with both my brother and dad.
I'd just walked on a shocking, dark secret of my family and didn't know what to do. Should I yell at them for not telling or inviting me? Should I just accept this, knowing that they've been doing this behind my back? I had always thought of my mom as a righteous, Christian woman, so how could she? Was it all just a facade?
I heard my mom and brother talking as they came out of the bedroom. My mom asked my brother, "Hey, didn't you close the door when you came to join us?"
I panicked! Internally, I was freaking out, thinking I was caught. I was ready to get up and head for the door, but then my brother said, "Oh... no. Sorry, I forgot," with a worried laugh.
Thank God! I was safe thanks to my careless brother . Thanks to his sloppiness, I found out about this affair - for better or worse.
"Good thing he doesn't get up," my mom started saying with a sigh of relief, but the rest was muffled when the door closed .
Then I heard a loud slap. It sounded like my brother slapped Mom's ass, followed by what sounded like an air kiss from my brother to my mom.
"Mom, if he doesn't get up early, call me, okay?" my brother said, but Mom's reply was unintelligible. My brother's door closed, followed by my mom's closing quietly. There was silence in the house now, apart from the sound of my breathing.
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(8:00 am - Sunday)
"Sai, wake up!" my mom yelled, banging on the door.
It was Sunday. Service starts at 10 and Mom always wakes us up at 8. I never liked going to church; it was one of the most boring things ever. I would rather just watching some awful movie for four hours than going to a three-hour-long service every Sunday.
But today was different. I wanted to know how it had started with my parents and brother, and why I was never told or never found out until yesterday - actually, nevermind. I know why I didn't find out sooner, it was my deep sleeping habit.
I woke up early. I got out of bed quickly, got out the door and into the living room, expecting to find some major difference. Sadly, everything was as it has always been on Sundays: both my parents were already in the kitchen talking about some church stuff, and my brother was using the bathroom in the corridor, taking his time.
"Hungry stomach - what?" What's for breakfast, I asked my mom in my everyday routine of broken caveman fashion.
"Go brush your teeth, then you'll get something to eat," she responded in an ironic manner.
Nothing looked out of the place; everything was normal. This caused me to think that what I saw was a dream. Maybe it was, but it didn't look or feel like a dream. Mom was wearing her long pink nightie and a towel wrapped around her head. She looked like she had just finished showering. My dad was sitting in a chair wearing the same lungi he'd been wearing last night, shirtless as usual, talking with my mom.
"Ugh!! Pine (fine)...," I answered, trying my best to not seem different from my usual self. "But John's not out of the bathroom yet," I followed up.
"He should be done soon. He got up earlier than usual, so it shouldn't be long," Mom replied.
After what I saw last night, I was having a tough time looking at my mom the same way. I have never thought of her as anything more than my mother. I knew no one ever commented on my mom's beauty or body, apart from one or two women from church.
My mom is a 42-year-old 135-pound, fair-skinned South Indian woman, with shoulder-length curly jet-black hair. In comparison to the average Indian woman, she is tall, towering at 5'7". I have been trying to take note of how Mom's ass looked in the pink nightie, but the nightie hid her amazing figure to my disappointment.
My dad, Joseph Dias, was a 44-year-old, dark-skinned South Indian man. He has a broad built with a little bit of a gut. If you saw my mom and dad you'd have assumed, like I did, that they were an odd couple. My brother, dad, and I were all almost the same height, my brother being slightly taller at 5'9". Both I and my brother had a tanned complexion, being the middle of both our parents in terms of skin color.