Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing Erotica, so there may be stuff in here that could absolutely be improved. Please feel free to leave some constructive criticism in the comments telling me what you did/didn’t like and/or what you think I should do differently! It is my second draft of the story, but it still isn’t complete (had an ending but it sucked). Honestly, not sure where to take it from here (if it even needs to go longer, who knows?)
Parental Guidance Required:
The living room wasn’t very big. The center of it was dominated by a large, square coffee table cluttered with med surg books, fast food wrappers, and the odd sock or two. Two recliners reserved for Mom and Dad (or the dog when Dad was gone) were positioned along the south wall. Layla and myself were laying on a couch along the northern wall. A large TV showing *Gold Rush* stood atop the entertainment center on the west wall, which opened to a hallway on its south end. Layla’s younger brother was sitting on the eastern couch trying to watch the TV show.
“Quit making noise when I’m trying to watch my show!” he exclaimed, throwing a nearby pillow at his sister.
I could hardly be mad at the guy for getting upset. After all, Layla had been thunderously moaning as I buried my face in her crotch. Sucking her clit and drinking in the viscous juices of her love during the commercials was one thing, but we had to be a little more restrained when the show returned lest we incur his wrath as we just had.
The pillow flew past Layla’s face and slammed right into my head, forcing my jaw shut as I accidentally bit her.
“OW!”
Her cry rang throughout the house, startling the dogs as they quickly came to rush the source of the disturbance. I got an especially gruesome growl as one of them tried to hop up and confront me. Their defensive instinct settled down as a small figure entered from the hallway.
Layla’s mom wasn’t the most intimidating person at first glance, but when she had to raise her voice there wasn’t a critter in the whole midwest that wouldn’t run for the hills.
“What’s going on out here?”
“They’re over there fucking and making noise when I’m trying to watch *Gold Rush*.”
“He threw a pillow at me! And it’s not like we’re having sex or anything. Besides, I don’t see why HE couldn’t go watch his dumb show somewhere else anyway” Layla pouted.
I knew better than to try and get between them when they started fighting. Better to just keep my head down and buried in sweet, sweet pussy.
“You better not be having sex over there.” her mom demanded.
“We weren’t!”
“And you, bucko…” Layla’s mom turned to her son, “I don’t care how loud your sister gets when she’s getting off, you don’t throw things at people! Go watch it downstairs if you really need to hear it.”
With that said, Layla’s brother trudged off to watch his show elsewhere. Mom sat in her seat and chaperoned us while Layla quickly changed the channel to some ER show and I continued chomping away at her meat curtains.
Layla’s meat is just the best. I don’t have any other girls to compare her to, but the sweetness of those lips is too intoxicating for them to be beat by anyone else. Her hands grasp and pull at my hair as I circle her tender clit with my tongue. I slip my middle and index fingers into her ready pussy and caress her insides as I search for her sacred g-spot. Whenever I do find it, she lets out the cutest little squeal like that of a piglet. From then it isn’t long before I can hear her trying to stifle her voice by biting her lip and feel the strain as her legs grip round my head and her toes start to curl. Like clockwork, her hips jump and send my face deeper and deeper into her as she climaxes.
“I think… think we… should probably call it… a night.” Layla barely manages to get out.
Her mother looks up from the laptop in her chair and scowls at her.
“Really Layla? The poor boy goes through all that trouble to get you off and you’re just gonna kick him out like that?”
“It’s… it’s getting late… and I have to get up early for clinicals.” Layla whines, slowly recovering.
“The boy’s dick is nearly blasting out of his pants. You at least need to reciprocate.”
“I mean, she has had a long day and if she really doesn’t feel like i-” I try to interject.
“See? He doesn’t even want his dick sucked!” Layla groans.
“There ain’t a boy alive that doesn’t want his dick sucked. He just doesn’t want to admit it because he knows you don’t want to.”
She wasn’t lying. I would often put Layla’s pleasure and desires above my own. If Layla wanted to go to bed and I hadn’t gotten off yet, I’d just end up jerking off to her Facebook photos when I got home. Even before we lost our innocence, Layla’s mom would often take my side in arguments and conciliation. Layla’s always had issues with intimacy. It took over a year before we shared our first kiss and another year after that before we made out for the first time.
Everything changed one day, though, when she found us making out naked on Layla’s bed. Layla and I are pretty devout Christians, but we still like to bend the rules every now and then. Mom on the other hand? Bible Literalist (or at least she pretended like she was). She drove us out into the living room (Still completely in the nude) where Layla’s father was and started yelling at us about the sanctity of our relationship and how we were breaking God’s heart. Now, we weren’t having sex. We still haven’t had sex. We don’t plan on having actual honest-to-God Penis-In-Hole sex until we’re married. Thankfully, we were able to convince them both of that truth. We didn’t expect them to ever let us be alone again, and we were right to expect that outcome. What we didn’t expect was for Layla’s mom to allow us to continue bending the rules under their supervision.
I think Layla’s mom blames herself for a lot of her daughter’s intimacy issues. Honestly, up until that night, I had never seen her so much as hug her husband. So imagine my surprise as she looks Layla dead in the eyes, says “Watch and learn”, and starts smacking lips with Dad.
Soon enough, Layla and I are back to making out while her parents are taking off their clothes and doing the same. I’m usually only 4-4.5” (mostly due to my weight), but the exhibitionist in me had my rock-solid member over 5” that night. Seeing how clearly turned on I was, Mom had Layla stroke me while she took the opportunity to demonstrate a blowjob on her husband’s equally sized cock. My body began filling with anticipation as I watched her mom’s head bob up and down on that cock; I couldn’t control myself. My hand glided down between Layla’s legs as my mouth dived straight to her nipple. I started suckling her tit like a newborn being fed. One hand cupped her free breast–pulling and twisting the nipple in its grasp–while the other hand pet her tight pussy. My thumb and index finger twirled around her clit. My middle finger joined my ring finger in penetrating her untamed pussy. All the while, her eyes were trained directly on her mom’s blowjob, her father made sure of that (moreso because his wife demanded it and less because he actually wanted to be watched by his daughter).
Eventually both of her parents had enough of all the foreplay. As her husband entered her from behind, Mom demanded that Layla stop being an inactive participant and show that she’s capable of displaying sexual affection by sucking my dick just as had been shown to her. Clearly, Layla was in shock. She can’t even bring herself to say the word “porn”–let alone watch it–and here she had just been made to watch her parents fuck in front of her. She looked me in the eyes. I could see an addled look in those big, beautiful, blue eyes, like she was looking for guidance and asking for permission all at the same time. I responded the only way I could: I kissed her deeply and passionately. We kept kissing each other. Lower and lower, we kissed each other, until she ended up on top of me with my throbbing 5” hard-on in her face and her drenched, dripping daisy in mine.
I had never gotten to perform oral before that night, but I had dreamed of it since we first kissed several years back. Her pussy juice was the most tantalizing thing my tongue had ever had the pleasure of tasting. From that moment on, if I was not tasting it, I was counting the seconds until I could drink of that sweet nectar again. The feeling of her soft mouth on my cock was a sensation that nothing ever could have prepared me for. The swirling of her tongue around my lollipop head sent me to heaven, only to be brought back by the juices drowning me. I grabbed her asscheeks in my hands and picked my licking and sucking up into double time. As my pace increased, Layla too followed suit. She’d take it out of her mouth and lick up and down the sides of my quivering shaft, squeezing and massaging my balls as she did.
Meanwhile, Layla’s parents had fallen back into one of the recliners. They had transitioned into a reverse cowgirl and Mom was bouncing up and down on her husband’s wand as he sucked on her neck and played with her massive boobs. Layla was a perfect C cup, but her mom was like EE or something crazy like that.
I can’t remember much of anything past that point because I was so hot that I basically passed out in pussy juice. My girlfriend continued to blow my member and her mom continued to hop on that cock until we all started blowing our loads one-by-one. Layla and her mom both seemed to cum around the same time. Then, as her shock from orgasm sent her head up off my dick, I shot a load right up into her face. It got in her mouth, on her glasses, and up in her hair (not to mention all over her tits). However, if it was a cumming contest, the winner would have to be Dad, by far. The only time I’d ever seen more cum was in one of those fake dick cumshot porn videos where it isn’t even real jizz. I swear the man had to have been backed up for YEARS, because it seemed like an eternity before he stopped. Rope after uncontrollable rope of his thick, hot seed streamed forth and covered everything: his wife, the recliner, the coffee table and everything on it, both couches, the wall, not even Layla and I were safe from being hit.
Ever since that night, Layla and I have had a free pass to do anything short of Penis-In-Hole sex, as long as we have a chaperone to make sure we don’t cross that line.It’s a pretty sweet deal for an exhibitionist like me, but sometimes Layla’s mom can be a bit controlling.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/auw480/parental_guidance_required_my_first_attempt_at
Your first attempt is successful. Very hot story. I’ve never read an exhibitionist story like this one, where parents do it in front of the kids to teach them. For a moment there I thought the mom was going to do the popular mom-fucking-the-daughter’s-bf-in-order-to-teach-her. It was interesting to see the story take a different path. Excellent writing.