I take my father’s place after he dies

Dad lets us know what he wants us to do after he is gone.

My father was on his death bed and we all knew it, including him. One day he gave me a note. It was taped shut and on the outside it said, “Open after I’m buried.” He gave my mother one also. Four weeks later he passed, quietly in his sleep.

We had a service and a gathering at our home for family and friends. Then, at the cemetery, there was another smaller gathering as he was put in the ground. That night I opened my envelope. I read it and it said, “Stan, you are the man of the house now. Treat your mother like she is your wife or mistress. Fuck the shit out of her, frequently. She especially loved it when I was pretty demanding. She loves to swallow cum. We were occasional swingers, so know that it will be OK for you to include other people being with you sexually. She comes hard when she is taking two cocks at the same time, but she won’t do it with a black guy. The house will be free and clear, and there is a substantial life insurance policy. You will not have to worry about anything. Remember me and have fun, Dad.”

Mom opened hers in bed that night. “Nancy, now that I am gone, Stan is the new man of the house. Treat him just like you treated me. Be his whore and lover. Fuck him and his friends too, if he wants. Always finish up by sucking his cock clean. I totally loved that, when you did it for me. You know that the house will be free and clear, and there is a substantial life insurance policy. You will not have to worry about anything. Remember me and have fun, Larry.”

We were both shocked. After re-reading our notes a couple times, we handed each other our notes and read the other one. We looked at each other for a minute and then Mom said, “Looks like your dad has everything planned out for us. I guess we can turn your bedroom into a den, if you are going to share my bed from now on.”

Mom was old enough to be my mother – D’UH (as Homer Simpson would say), but she was still beautiful and had a great body. Many of my friends called her a MILF. From when I first started realizing what sexuality was, I thought about how beautiful my mother was, with her large, firm breasts, her flat stomach and her small, tight ass. If I dreamed about sex, I usually dreamed that it was with her. Seeing her at the beach in her small, red, two piece bathing suit would always give me an erection, but I never thought that I would ever get to have sex with her. After reading Dad’s noted, I believed that it was going to happen.

Dad’s clothing and other things had already been boxed up and put away, so the next day, we put my clothes in their closet. Usually we went to bed around ten or so. I would go to my room before Mom and Dad. Tonight it was past midnight and she and I were still in the living room. The TV was on but we were not paying much attention. I think we were both really nervous. Mom got up and stood in front of me, “You know what your father wanted. He wanted me to treat you like my husband and lover.” She took my hand and gently pulled as I stood up. She leaned in and kissed me like no mother and son were supposed to kiss. After a second, I returned the kiss. She opened her mouth and I slipped my tongue into it. Holding my hand, she led me to her – now our – bed.

After a couple minutes of awkward fumbling around, we were both naked and next to each other on the bed. She looked me in the eyes and asked, “Have you ever thought about having sex with your mother?”

I’m sure I blushed. It took a minute before I could answer. “From the time I first learned that my dick was for more than peeing, you were the one that I thought about making love to. I have one picture of you where you are laughing really hard and your mouth is wide open. I have sprayed cum on that picture so many times. It’s a good thing it is covered with glass.”

“I guess that tells me where we should start.” Mom shifted around and before I knew it, he lips were sliding down my shaft. She pulled up long enough to say, “You have great cock. I haven’t seen it since you were twelve. You are as big and as hard as your father.” Then she took me back in her mouth. She bobbed up and down on me for several minutes, while also playing with my balls. I felt myself getting close. I remembered Dad’s note so I did not warn Mom till my balls tightened and cum started down my shaft. “I’m coming.” Mom didn’t pull off, if anything, she sucked harder. She kept just my cockhead between her lips and jerked my shaft with her hand, so that I filled her mouth rather than shooting down her throat. She didn’t spill a drop. She rubbed her tongue around my cockhead and up and down the slot at the end. Then she showed me her mouth, full of my cum, and swallowed it. “Your cum tastes wonderful. I’m going to be wanting a lot of it. I hope you are up to satisfying your old mother.”

Even after her sucking a big load of cum out of my balls, I managed to fuck her two more times that night before we called it quits for the night. The first one was in the missionary position. The second one was doggie, which Mom said was he favorite position. I held her hips and really pounded her as deep and as hard as I could. We made the headboard bang against the wall. Because it was my third time that night, I lasted fifteen minutes and gave Mom two really good orgasms. “Your dad and I used to do it a lot, but lately he was usually only good for one time a night. I’m really glad that you can go for seconds and thirds, and I’m really glad that he told us to go for it.” We finished with her sucking me clean. Then we cuddled and had a good night’s sleep.

For the first week, we did it every night till we had each come, a couple of times, and often during the day, too. I asked her if we had to worry about her getting pregnant and she said that it was not possible. I loved it when she woke me up with a blowjob. One of my other favorite things to do was to bend her over the kitchen table and screw her from the back. Sometimes I pulled out and shot my cum on her breakfast. She seemed extra hungry on those days. Then we slowed down, but still enjoyed each other’s bodies two or three times a week. We almost always started getting each other warmed up with oral sex, and always ended with Mom socking my cock and balls clean.

After about a month, during which we slept together but appeared to be a normal mother and son in public, Mom said, “You remember that your dad, in his note, said that we did some swinging. Earlier today, Mary Wilson called. She and her husband Frank are one couple that we sometimes got together with. Mary said that a month was long enough for me to mope, and she invited me to come spend an evening with them. I said that it sounded like a good idea, but that I would like to bring you along. She was silent for a little bit. Then she giggled and asked for confirmation that you and I were ‘doing it’. I told her yes but that she could not tell anyone else. She said sure, I should bring you. You know them. Mary is a couple years younger than me, and has really big tits.” Frank is a couple years older. I looked at her and smiled. I had always thought about seeing Mary’s tits when I saw her. I guessed that they might be around 40DDs. She always wore bras that made them stand out and blouses that showed her cleavage.

Two nights later we went to their house. Mom had spent extra time in the shower. She pushed me away. “You get me any time you want. It has been a long time from when I was last with Frank. I want to make it nice for him. Then I’m yours again.”

When we got to their house, Frank kissed Mom long and hard. Mary pulled down her top and let her huge melons out, took my head and pushed it between her tits. “I don’t think I’ve ever been with a stud as much younger than me than you are. I hope you fuck as good as you look.” I pulled back a little and sucked one of her big nipples and then the other one, making her moan.

I thought we would go to separate bedrooms, but it became obvious that we were going to do it right next to each other, right there on the living room floor. It did not take long before we were all naked. Mom was on her knees, sucking Frank’s cock and, after telling me how my cock was just like my father’s and how nice it was, Mary was enthusiastically sucking mine. Soon Mom and Frank were 69ing. She always gagged a little, but that did not stop her from deepthroating my, and now I knew, other cocks. At the same time, Mary had me on my back and she was bouncing up and down on my manhood. When I would look up I would get a great view of her big tits flopping around above me. I looked to the side and could see cum dripping out of the corner of my mother’s mouth.

Mary screamed out an orgasm and I felt her girl cum running down my cock shaft. Then my balls tightened and my cock repeatedly pulsed as I shot a big load up into Mary. After I was drained she rolled off and I watched Mom climb on top of her, and they started 69ing. I had no idea Mom was into other women. They kept it up till they both came again. Frank and I sat there and enjoyed watching them. After they finished, we sat around and chatted while sharing some adult beverages. Before we called it a night, Mom socked me off in front of them. She kept my spunk in her mouth and shared a long kiss with Mary as they played with each other’s tits. Then we went home. Mom asked me if I had had a good time. I smiled and asked her if she had more friends like them for me to get to know.

We spent all night with another couple and were all squeezed into a king bed. He had a small cock but Mom still enjoyed him fucking her.

Then one day, Mom said that she wanted us to go on a trip, “I want to go someplace where there is no chance of running into anyone we know. I want to be able to walk down the street holding your hand, and to kiss you in public and not worry about what anybody thinks.” We took a weeklong trip to the island of St. Kitts. We were openly a couple. It felt good. We got a lot of looks. I heard comments about her being a cougar.

We went to a nude beach. We both spend a lot of time enjoying the view of all the naked bodies. Mom saw this one hung black guy and said to me, “Oh my god, look at the size of his cock, and it’s not even hard. I’ve never been with a black guy.” That surprised me because of what Dad had said. My dick is not small, but even I felt a little underequipped, looking at him. I replied that maybe, sometime we should take care of that. Mom turned and kissed me, “Stan, I love you.” However, on that trip we only fucked and sucked each other.
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