My Roommates Parents

After a long flight from Los Angles to New York, I wanted nothing more than to just shower and to climb into a bed. The flight was long and uncomfortable, and all my body needed was to lie down. But things couldn't be that easy for me, could they? They never are. My roommate Brittany had somehow talked me in to coming home to her parents’ house with her for spring break instead of heading home to my aunt’s house in Houston like I always did. I knew she would want to head right out to the bar once we got settled. What in the hell was I thinking? It's not even all that warm in NYC; wasn't even all that warm at the end of April. This was not the spring break I envisioned at all, but I'd do pretty much anything for Britt.

Brittany and I had met the first day freshman year in college, after we had settled into the dorms. It was orientation and we both had looked like we rather had been home. I had just come back from the parking lot thanking my aunt and wishing her a safe drive home and was going to head back to the common area to hear about all the activities on campus. Britt had been doing the same thing with her parents and we literally bumped into each other on the way up the stairs. Randomly she asked me to hang out and we've been attached at the hip ever since. That same year we requested a room switch so we could live together and have been ever since. And as crazy as it sounds, I had never met her folks and she never met mine, so this would be our first introduction.

"You know, normal 21-year-olds would be drunk by now on spring break." I sigh lugging my suitcase up the stairs to the front porch and trying to keep my voice down. I didn't want to make a bad first impression.

"Cass, we just got off the plane." Britt rolls her eyes at me as she digs around her bag searching for her house keys. "Plus, I'm sure my parents have some top-shelf shit we can get into."

"I hope so or you’re definitely taking me to Times Square one of these nights," I say just as she tugs her key from her bag, holding it up victoriously. She pushes the key in the door then turns around for her suitcase that was at least two times bigger than mine.

"It's unlocked. Just push it in. No one should even be home," she says, ushering me before her.

Reaching for my bag and tugging it behind me, I turn the knob and push the door wide open. When I step into the foyer and look toward the living room, I'm welcomed with a site that would give any porno a run for its money. All I could do was stand there with my mouth hanging wide open. What I could only assume are Britt’s parents are fucking wildly in their family living room. If I’m being honest, I couldn't look away and I didn't make a sound in fear of being caught and making them stop. I've never seen anything more orgasm worthy in my life.

Her dad had his hands hooked under her mom's plump ass, her arms around his neck tightly, while he slams her down onto his massive cock. When I say massive, I do mean fucking huge. Might even be the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life, and it was drenched in her mom’s juices. She looked like she weighed nothing as he effortlessly raised her ass and slammed her back down on him.

"So fucking juicy for me," he growls staring deep into her eyes. "Cum for me," he growls and I have to squeeze my legs together. I am so turned on and in a haze, I haven't even realized her mom was looking at me, with the corner of her bottom lip pulled between her teeth, until my eyes meet hers. She doesn't look away, almost as if she's daring me to join. I've never been so turned on by someone's parents. I mean, I don't think I've ever met anyone, let alone parents, that did this to my body without even touching me. I can't help the ache that this feeling is creating between my legs. I want to hear her respond so badly, but I know I won't get the chance. I only get to watch for another second before I hear Britt's steps behind me.

"WHATTTTT THE FUCKKKKK! EWWWWWWW! YOU KNEW I WAS COMING!!!" she screams as she tugs me out of the house, leaving our luggage behind. She drags me to the porch and stops to scrub her hands over her eyes, trying to forget what we just saw.

"I know this is the wrong time, but your parents look super young," I say giggling, trying to hide my curiosity.

"Ughhhh, I'm so sick right now," she groans. "They're 37; they had me young, so once in a while I catch them doing shit like this. Definitely not the first time, but I hope it's the last. Let's go get a damn drink, you said something about being drunk by now."

"Are you sure they knew we were coming? Looks like they were doing some cuming of their own." I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

"Disgusting," she groans. "Let's go," she says, typing at the speed of light on the rideshare app.

She types away while I try to regain some composure. My panties are absolutely soaked, and I could probably use a new pair. My clit is so achy that I know I'll be rubbing the shit out of it tonight to thoughts of them. I couldn't believe they are just 37. That might seem old to other 21-year-olds but that was right up my alley. I like my lovers a little more experienced. As we enter the cab, I still can't stop my thoughts. They looked like they could have been even younger than what they were. Her mother’s body is perfection; not that I got the greatest look. But women pay to get the slim waist and fat ass that she has, and her cocoa brown complexion. Her father was just as fine. He looked a little over 6ft with abs and arms a 21-year-old pro football player would have. Fuck me, where they hot, but I know I have to get these thoughts out of my head.

When we enter the bar, I try to get my mind and body on the same page. As bad as I want to try- yes, my body had made up its mind and it wants them- I know I absolutely can’t have my roommate’s parents. I loved the relationship Britt and I have created. I didn't have much family. It had always just been my aunt Jackie and myself. My parents had died when I was young, and she raised me as her own. Brittany had become the sister I never had; she was the family I needed. Right after freshman year, we moved into a small apartment outside of campus, and had been tackling college and life together. I can't lose her.

Not to mention, they're a married older couple who didn't even know I existed up until a few minutes ago. I wouldn't be able to suggest a threesome like I had done before with a couple on campus. My first threesome had opened my eyes to how much my body reacted to both men and women. I even realized that I craved that reaction at the same time. It was almost euphoric for me. But I couldn't even see her parents entertaining someone like me, someone to same age as their kid. But that didn't stop my body from wanting it. I could almost feel their hands on my body right now.

Three hours later, Britt is completely wasted and ready to go home. I decided on only having one drink so that I could take care of her. Couldn't be easy finding your parents fucking. I hadn't had the misfortune to walk in on my parents, but I'm sure I would have been equally as sick. On the cab ride home, like usual, she is mumbling about how much she loves me, and how I'm the best sister anyone could ask for. She's an appreciative drunk, which isn't all too bad.

When I finally get her to her front porch, she bends over the rail and pukes right into the bushes. I rush over, rubbing her back as she throws up tonight's drinks. She's just about finished when the front door swings open and her hot ass daddy steps out. He's wearing no shirt and

"You must be Cassie." He smirks as he walks over toward us. I try not to look down at his junk even thought it's the first thing I want to do. "I'm Mason, Britt's dad. Let me help you with her," he says scooping her right into his arms. She rests her head on his shoulder as he starts to stride toward the the door.

"Ummm thanks." I finally find my voice falling him into the house. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Greene. You can call me Cass," I say, because it’s all I can come up with as I mindlessly follow him through his home. I don’t know if his wife told him she caught me looking at them, watching them fuck a lot longer than I should have been.

"Call me Mason," he says as he turns back and winks at me. "Let's get this one settled in her room then I'll show you to yours."

I nod my head as we climb the stairs.

I wait in the hallway as he gets Britt settled, in an attempt to calm my hormones. I keep telling myself I can't fuck Britt's parents. She'd never forgive me. I’m actually a little embarrassed at how my body is reacting to people I met just hours ago. A strong hand slides down my back and stops just above my ass, forcing me to hold my breath.

Is he really touching me?

"Come on Cass, right this way," he says. guiding me toward the opposite end of the hallway and into a guest room. "Your room is right next to mine and Tina's," he says pointing to the wall that separates the two rooms. I already brought your bags in here, you two left in a hurry." I can hear the amusement in his voice. "Just knock on our door if you need anything," he says heading toward the door.

"Thanks, Mr. Greene," I call after him.

He stops in his tracks and turns toward me. He runs his tongue over his teeth. “Mason, please, very sweet Cassie.” He says as his eyes roam my body. His wife definitely told him I saw and he’s openly checking me out. Am I in the fucking twilight zone?

"Mason... um thanks, Mason." I bite my bottom lip and turn toward my bags. There's definitely a tension between us I need to ignore. Nothing good will come of it.

"Goodnight," I hear him say sexy deep voice before the door closes.

I can tell this is going to be a very long week of fucking my fingers. I don't know how I'm supposed to get through this spring break, but I know I have to without flirting with Britt’s dad and more than likely her hot ass mom, Tina, too.

Here's to spring break!