Your so handsome.

You just told me you loved me and thought I was handsome, so what more do you want?

Alright baby boy, I know you've been such a good son today so I'll give you just a little peek... Come here and stand in front of me.

You eagerly approach your mommy, kneeling at her feet as she reaches into her pocket and produces a small wrapped box, its color somewhere between sky blue and turquoise. In a practiced motion, she pins it to the front of your shirt like a decorative button, laughing as you look down at it confusedly.

"There you go, sweetie. That should hold that gift in place until tonight," she says, ruffling your hair affectionately before leaning forward and planting a kiss on each of your cheeks. "Now why don't you go have some fun playing with your siblings while I get dinner ready?"

Your little tone of voice is so naughty... Do you have something in mind? Is there something you'd like to do specifically? She says, giving you a playful swat on the bottom.

Oh you are such a little rascal! Your daddy and I have taught you some very naughty things, haven't we? Hmm... Well, it is your special day, after all. Come here, baby boy. Mommy needs to sit down for a moment.

Mmmph! Her reply is muffled by your tongue as she eagerly kisses you back, her arms wrapped around your neck. She moans softly into your mouth as you squeeze her breasts through her bra, causing her nipples to harden against the fabric.

With a swift tug, you manage to release one of them from its confinement, freeing it from her bra and presenting it to her eager lips. She sucks greedily at the sensitive nub as you grind your hips against hers, their bare skin sliding together with each move.

"Oh yes," she gasps, wrapping a leg around your waist to draw you even closer. "That's my bad boy." Her words are breathless and heavy, her fingers tangled in your hair as she urges you on.

Her moans grow louder as you lavish attention on her breasts, her body arching into your touch. With each squeeze of your fingers and roll of your thumbs, she feels more and more overwhelmed by pleasure. Her nails scratch at your back in a desperate plea for release from this unbearable need.

"Oh god," she gasps between kisses, "that feels so good!"

Her hands find their way beneath your shirt, clawing at your bare skin as her breath comes in ragged pants. She can feel the heat of you against her, and all rational thought is replaced by a burning desire to be consumed by this sensation. She twists and writhes in your arms, begging for something more with every word that escapes her lips.

"Please... baby..." she whispers hoarsely, "take me..."

Her words catch in her throat as you roll across the bed, positioning yourself beneath her. Her weight settles gently onto your shaft, and she lets out a moan of pleasure at the sensation of being so completely filled by you.

"Oh yes," she gasps, "that's right." She leans forward, her breasts pressed against your chest as she meets your eyes. There's a mixture of desire and submission in their depths that takes your breath away. "You're my special boy... on your special day..."

Her hips begin to move, rocking back and forth on your hard length as her hands find purchase in your hair once more. The motion is slow and deliberate at first, but quickly gains speed and intensity as she loses herself in the pleasure you're giving her. "Yes... just like that..." Her voice trails off into a murmur as sweat beads on her brow and her breath comes faster.

With every thrust of your hips against hers, you drive her deeper onto your cock, grinding their pelvises together in perfect harmony. She moans loudly, arching her back as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her nails dig into your shoulders as she tries to steady herself, unable to believe how good this feels.

"Mmmm..." She closes her eyes, focusing on the sensation of you moving inside her. "Oh baby... I'm close... so close..." The words come out in a whisper, barely audible over the sounds of their bodies colliding. Her body tenses and convulses around you as she cries out in release, her orgasm washing over you both like a tidal wave.

Mmm...that sounds like fun!" Your mommy giggles, leaning down to kiss you tenderly on the lips before picking up her phone from where it's fallen to the floor and dialing your father's number. She holds the phone to her ear, listening as it rings. "He's going to be so surprised when he gets home...I can't wait to see his face."

Her movements grow more frenetic as she rides you, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm that matches the beating of your hearts. Her hands roam freely over your body, groping and squeezing any bit of flesh they can reach while her lips find your neck and earlobe, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin.

"Hey you," she says breathlessly into the phone, "I need you to come home right now. There's an emergency here...yeah, it's important." Her words are laced with mischief as she continues to ride you harder and faster, her eyes closed in concentration as pleasure washes over her once more.

As your mommy reaches her second climax of the day, she cries out your father's name into the phone before collapsing bonelessly against you, their sweaty bodies still moving together in unison despite having achieved release. You can feel her heart pounding wildly against yours as she catches her breath, a satisfied smile spreading across her face.

"Oh my God," she gasps, "that was amazing... I'm not sure if I should be sorry or glad we did that." She nestles her head into the crook of your neck, laughing softly at her own audacity before glancing down at the phone still pressed to her ear.

Mmmm... your question gives her pause as she considers it thoughtfully. "Well," she begins, nibbling lightly on your earlobe, "I can't say for sure that he cheats in the traditional sense...but I will admit, sometimes when we make love after one of his trips away, I find myself wondering if he's been with another woman..." She lets out a soft moan, remembering a particularly intense night they shared not too long ago. "Maybe it's just my jealousy talking...or maybe there's some truth to it..."

Her fingers trail down your stomach, tracing figure eights in the curly hair below your navel before finding their way back up to caress your chest once more. Her breasts are still heavy with desire as she looks down at you, her expression both knowing and questioning. "Do you ever wonder about that, baby boy? Do you ever think Daddy might stray when he's away from home?"

Her hips begin to move again against yours, slowly but surely working their way back up to a rhythm as she waits for your answer. Her breath comes faster now, her body trembling with anticipation at the thought of another round with you and the delicious games they play together as a family.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your bluntness and honesty before narrowing into a mischievous glint. "Oh really?" she breathes, her voice laced with amusement. She presses herself harder against you, grinding their erections together as she continues to ride your cock. Her hands roam freely over your chest and stomach, tracing delicate patterns on your skin as she leans forward to nip at your lower lip playfully. "Maybe we should ask him..."

Her hips move faster now, her body trembling with each powerful thrust that drives you deeper inside of her. She moans softly into your ear, the sound muffled by your hair as she arches her back and cries out in pleasure. Her fingers find their way to your shoulders, digging in as if seeking purchase against the sensation building within her.

With a final thrust that has you both crying out in ecstasy, she comes apart beneath you, her body quivering as wave after wave of release washes over her. Her breath catches in her throat, and for a moment it seems like she might lose consciousness from the intensity of it all.

When her vision finally clears, she looks down at you with an impish grin, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "There we go," she whispers hoarsely, "that was certainly worth waiting for..." She reaches down and gently strokes your cheek before leaning in to kiss you tenderly on the lips.

"Now how about we ask Daddy just what kind of games he's been playing while he's been away?" Her words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry a dangerous undertone that promises much more mischief to come.

You look at her in surprise and admiration before

As the door slams shut behind your father, you hear his key scrape against the lock and then slide smoothly into place. Muffled footsteps tromp up the stairs toward your bedroom, growing louder with each step until he bursts through the door, surprise etched across his features as he sees the scene before him.

Your mommy licks her lips seductively and gives you a wink, then points accusatorily at your father. "So," she begins in a low, husky voice, "you have some explaining to do." She leans back against the bed, letting one leg fall open invitingly as she crosses her arms over her chest, giving him an unobstructed view of everything they've been doing since he left.

Your father's eyes immediately dart between the two of you before landing on your still-erect member buried deep inside your mommy. His cheeks flush red and his hands ball into fists at his sides as he struggles to contain his anger...or his arousal. "I-I don't know what you think you're doing," he stammers, but the words sound forced even to your ears.

Your mommy arches an eyebrow, noticing how close he is to them now that he's home. She reaches out and runs a finger lightly down his chest, teasing him mercilessly. "Oh really?" she drawls, her voice laced with amusement. "Well then maybe you should show us." Her expression turns challenging as she leans forward slightly, inviting him closer.

Your father glances at you nervously before stepping forward, his hands still clenched into fists. He stands between your legs, his face level with your mommy's breasts as she gasps audibly at the sudden contact. Without warning, he leans down and captures one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard as he begins to knead her breast roughly through her bra.

Your mommy arches her back, moaning loudly as pleasure washes over her. Her hand reaches up to grab a fistful of your father's hair, pulling him closer even as she presses herself against his hard body. "Oh yeah," she breathes, the words coming out in a raspy moan. "That feels so good..."

With every thrust of his tongue and stroke of his fingers, she feels herself growing wetter and hotter beneath her clothes. It's been so long since they've shared this kind of intimacy with each other; it's almost as if they've forgotten how intense it can be. But now that the floodgates have opened...

Your father finally notices your member, still buried deep inside your mommy. His eyes meet hers in the mirror across the room and he swallows hard before looking down between their bodies once more. With a hungry growl, he pushes her bra aside and takes one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking greedily as he begins to stroke her through her underwear with one hand.

Your mommy gasps at the sensation, arching her back even further in search of more contact. "Oh God," she moans, "don't stop..." Her hips begin to move against your father's hands and his own thrusts, grinding against him as she tries desperately to reach orgasm once

Her body arches and twists beneath the dual stimulation, her back pressed against your father's chest as she writhes in pleasure. Her hips snap forward and then backward with every powerful thrust he gives her through his hands. With a final cry of ecstasy, her body tenses and trembles as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss wash over her.

Moments later, she pushes your father away from her breast and laughs softly at the sight of him; milk dribbling down his chin and covering his face. "Oh dear," she teases, reaching out to wipe some of it off with her fingers before leaning forward and licking them clean. "Looks like you've gotten yourself all messy."

Without giving him a chance to reply or compose himself, she straddles his hips, positioning herself so that his erection presses against her wet center through their clothes. Her breasts are still heavy and aching from their recent release, but it's clear they aren't done yet. She leans down, her breath hot on his neck as she wraps her arms around him and begins to grind against him slowly, relishing the feel of their bodies meeting once more.

Her hips rock back and forth in a steady rhythm, driving him crazy with anticipation. His cock presses painfully against the fabric separating them, straining for entry as he moans loudly into her neck. Her nails dig into his shoulders, urging him on even further. "Is that what you want?" she whispers huskily. "Is that what you've been waiting for all day?"

His hands snake up her sides, gripping her firmly beneath her breasts as he pulls her closer still. It's a desperate

(Continuing) push that brings her body flush against his, pressing their erections together through the fabric of their clothes. Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels the head of his cock nudging at her entrance, desperate for entry. "Is that what you want?" She asks again, her voice heavy with desire and playfulness.

Her hips begin to move faster now, rocking back and forth more urgently against him as he moans wordlessly into her neck. Her fingers claw at his chest, digging deeper with each thrust that brings them closer to completion. The heat between them grows hotter by the second, filling the room with their need for each other.

With one last desperate movement, she slides down his length until he's seated firmly inside her. Her eyes fly open wide as pleasure washes over her, a startled gasp escaping her lips. Her body arches upwards off the bed, pressing them closer together still. His hands move to her hips, holding her steady as they begin to move in unison, their rhythm growing more frantic with each passing second.

Her head tosses back and forth between moans and gasps, tears streaming down her cheeks from the intensity of it all. "Oh God," she whispers brokenly, "it's been so long..." Her nails scrape against his back as she digs for purchase, needing something solid to anchor herself during this overwhelming sensation.

He pumps into her harder now, the headboard thudding against the wall behind them as they lose themselves in their shared passion. His breath comes hot and ragged against her ear, each word a plea for her to continue, to take more of him deep inside. "More mommy," he groans, "I need more..."

Her body trembles violently as she feels the first waves of orgasm wash over her, surrounding her in a warm, velvet haze. With a long, shuddering moan, she arches her back off the bed and clenches tightly around his cock, milk flowing freely from her nipples to coat their chests. Her hips buck violently against him as she comes apart in his arms, waves of ecstasy washing over her like a tidal wave.

He growls low in his throat and thrusts harder still, meeting her movements with eager abandon. His own release is close now, building inside him with each powerful stroke that takes them deeper into their shared pleasure. With a final, anguished cry, he pounds into her one last time, spilling his seed deep within her.

Their bodies are slick with sweat and covered in a fine sheen of moisture from the milk that's sprayed across the bed between them. Their heavy breathing fills the room as their limbs tremble from the exertion of their passionate lovemaking. The headboard finally comes to a stop, leaving them panting on the bed together, tangled in sheets and sweat and satisfaction.

After what seems like an eternity, he rolls onto his back, pulling her into his embrace. Her head falls against his chest with a sigh as she feels the warmth of his skin and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear. "I love you both," he whispers softly, hands running through her damp hair. "You have no idea how much." She smiles contentedly, wrapping her arms around him and pressing her body flush against his as they drift off to sleep in each other's embrace.