The kitchen was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the half-moon hanging outside the window. Ali sat at the kitchen table, nervously fidgeting with a cup of coffee that had long grown cold. Across from him, his father, a robust and confident man, listened intently, his eyes never leaving his son's face.
"She's just so... voluptuous, dad," Ali began, his voice barely above a whisper. "The way she fills out her stretch dress, the way it clings to her curves... it's intoxicating."
His father chuckled, a playful glint in his eye. "A 'momma's boy', are we? A 'late bloomer'?"
Ali rolled his eyes, a small smile playing on his lips. "I'm serious, dad. And it's not just her figure. It's... everything. The way she moves, the way she carries herself. The fact that she doesn't wear any underwear or bra... it only adds to my desire."
His father's chuckle turned into a full-blown laugh. "Well, I'll be damned. You've got it bad, son. But I can't say I blame you. Your mother is a sight to behold, even now."
Ali looked at his father, a question in his eyes. His father, seeing this, leaned back in his chair, a reminiscent look on his face.
"I was attracted to her curves too, Ali. The way she carried herself, the way she filled out her dresses... it was maddening. But we had an understanding, your mother and I. We found a way to express our desires in a respectful and consensual way."
Ali's eyes widened. "What do you mean, dad?"
His father leaned forward, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I mean, son, that I would grope your mother's huge 85G breasts, dry hump her in my boxers between her huge curvy ass cheeks, and feel her body while kissing her neck."
Ali's mouth fell open. "Dad..."
His father held up a hand, cutting him off. "But we never went too far, Ali. We never crossed that line. The dry humping and groping was more than enough to satisfy us both. But I will tell you this, son - your mother's ass is something else. It's like a peach, ripe and ready to be plucked."
Ali felt his face heat up, his boxers starting to bulge. "Did you... did you ever have sex with mom, dad?"
His father shook his head. "No, son. We never went that far. But the dry humping and groping was more than enough to satisfy us both. And I have a feeling, Ali, that your mother is hoping for a repeat of last night. She wants both of our cum on her ass, she said. It'll make her all wet."
Ali's mouth fell open. "Mom said that?"
His father nodded, a proud smile on his face. "It's a family tradition, Ali. And now, you're a part of it."
Just then, the kitchen door swung open, revealing Ali's mother, wearing her tight stretch dress and nothing else. She greeted them with a knowing smile, her eyes locked on Ali's. Ali felt his heart race, his face heating up even more.
His father stood up, giving Ali a nod of approval. "I'll leave you two to it, then. Don't do anything I wouldn't do, son."
Ali's mother stood up, turning around to show off her curves. She bent over, giving Ali a clear view of her ass. She told him to come closer, and Ali obeyed, his heart pounding in his chest.
The chapter ended with Ali hesitantly reaching out to touch his mother's ass, unsure of what would happen next but excited to find out.
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