Thanksgiving: Fuck Fest

Home Sweet Home

I love to be home for the holiday. A warm-lit home, “it’s fall y’all” decor (compliments of my holiday-loving mother). In the air, joy, laughter, the scent of orange and cinnamon, and a slow-roasted turkey. The perfect Thanksgiving. I, of course, help my momma in the kitchen. As I open the oven, the heat envelops my face and skin. As I’m there, minding my business. I start to notice small advances toward my mom by my dad’s brother, Rod. I brush them off, thinking to myself, ‘It’s in your head.’

In time, I realize it’s not all in my head. A subtle brush of his groin along her backside. He leans over her shoulder to smell what she’s cooking. Then he nuzzles his face along he neck as she leans back. I try to think it’s innocent, but the way he touches her is anything but. 

From that moment on, everything unraveled. Then I think to myself, keep your mouth shut and just get through the dinner. First, we all sit down around the table. Uncle Rod and his wife. Their two adult sons and their accompanying wife and kids. Me in all my single glory. Then there’s my brother and his five kids and newest girlfriend. As the night progresses, we are getting along, enjoying each other’s company. Finally, it’s time for drinks and dessert.

Thanksgiving: Fuck Fest

Now I’m noticing subtleties more, a crude remark. A brush against her thigh, his groin keeps finding its way to her backside. Now I may be a perv, but I don’t think that’s normal for a man’s brother and wife on Thanksgiving. My dad is clearly oblivious. To put it simply, if it isn’t about beer or football, he wouldn’t notice a thing. In contrast, Uncle Rod’s wife, Cynthia, was definitely picking up on the subtleties just as I was. I saw her side-eye him when he told my mom he was a “leg man” as she was serving the Thanksgiving turkey. Then, when he held her hips as he pushed his groin against her ass while smelling what was on the stove. Cynthia was definitely observant. Still, it didn’t seem Rod or Mom cared much.

After the third round, I realize my mom and Uncle Rod are nowhere to be found. I thought it was suspicious; on the other hand, I just knew I was overthinking things. Hoping that was the case, I still, after thirty minutes I decided to look for them. Obviously, because I’m nosy. In fact, I wasn’t the only one Cynthia was trying to sneakily look around, as well as pulling away from the Thanksgiving festivities. Now my parents have a big house, but it isn’t huge. Yet I hadn’t found them. First, I check obvious places, bedrooms, and bathrooms. Second, I went to the basement and even the garage. Still nowhere to be found. Then I double back to the basement and go to the laundry room. That’s when I know my suspicions are right.

Can’t believe this is happening at Thanksgiving

First, I listen for a few minutes. Let me tell you, if it weren’t for my Uncle and Mom, I’d have asked to join. I can hear the moisture of her pussy suctioning around his cock, making loud smacks. Then I hear the smack of his dick and balls as he pounds her out. I see why they went to the basement; they were not quiet. Still, I listen, I’m not sure why, gross, right? But I couldn’t pull my ear away. Then I hear them talk. “Mhmmm, you dirty slut, you love my fat cock don’t you?” He asks in an almost gross way. “God, yes, Rod, fuck me harder”. She squeals back.

“How does it feel to have your husband’s brother’s cock stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey in your pussy while he sits upstairs?” He asks. Clearly, he enjoys fucking his brother’s wife, sibling rivalry? “You want me to fill your thankful cunt up?” He asks. “Mhmm, yes please, oh please yes thank you Rod,” she begs. I stumble and fall into the door as he’s climaxing. Which adds to my embarrassment. How would I even look at them again? Even In Passing?

A wild night

Yet they sit there unflinching as he is grasping her hips firmly and pumping his load deep inside her while he loudly moans. I didn’t want to look, yet I couldn’t look away… Uncle Rod was in great shape for his age, decently handsome. Mom was also fit, of course, her skin was aged and a little withered. Clearly, she’s old, still not unattractive, she has neatly trimmed pubes, and clearly, I got my plump little pussy from her. Her breasts hang, but her firm nipples still point outward.

Finally, after Uncle Rod “filled her up,” he pulls his flaccid cock out of her, which makes an audible smack as her pussy walls were still suctioning around his monstrous member. I see what Aunt Cynthia sees in him, even limp his trouser snake is 9 inches and the size of a beer can.

Then he smirks at me, slaps her ass, and says, “You enjoy the show”. As he uses his fingers to scoop out his fresh nut from my mother’s swollen pussy, feeds it to her like Thanksgiving gravy, then grabs her by the neck and tongue kisses her hard. I froze in place, then I heard a shrill scream from behind me. “Rod, you said this was done”. Cynthia found us, well then. You’ll never believe what happened next. So call me The Mistress of Phone Sex, and I will tell you everything.

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