Incest/Taboo Evolution

"We should do something nice this weekend, just the two of us. We never go out anymore," says Laura.

It's Friday night, and we're in the sitting room. Laura is watching some brain rotting reality show nonsense on TV. I'm wasting my own brain away in equal measure scrolling on my phone.

I come to my senses and leave the phone down, then say to Laura, "You're right. Let's do something tomorrow night. Dinner? Then hit a bar? Or how about we go to the movies?"

"Oh I'd love to see a movie. It's been sooo long since we did that. Let me look at what's showing."

We decide what to see, well Laura decides really, but I'm easy, I'm just looking forward to an evening out.

Laura changes the TV over to a streamer and we watch an episode of a pretty good show both of us like.

When it's over I get the sense Laura wants to say something.

"I'm worried about Claire," she starts to say, after switching the TV off. "She hardly ever leaves her room except for school, or to go hang out at one of her friend's houses. I'm not sure how well she is adapting to the world now she's 18."

"She's just trying really hard with her school work. She's fine," I say, but now I'm not so sure. Laura is normally better at gauging things like this. "I'll have a word with her, and try to see of she's OK."

"Thanks Tom, she might open up to you. She's always been a daddy's girl," says Laura.

"I'll talk to her tomorrow, it's getting a little late tonight."

That's when I hear the back door close and look around to see Ben arrive home. Ben and I have really been cranking up the training intensity this week. Even more importantly, there has been no tension between us since everything that happened last weekend with Carla.

"Hey Mom, hey Dad," our son says as he sits down on his favorite end of the sofa. "Why is the TV off?" he asks, which is a reasonable question. It's never off!

"Your father and I are just talking," Laura says to him.

"Weird," Ben says, reaching for the TV remote.

Laura just looks at me and smiles, then scooches a bit closer and rests her head on my shoulder.

"OK, are you going to get a room, or do I need to leave?" Ben says jokingly.

Laura play kicks him on the leg, but can't stop herself from laughing. All three of us sit there, Laura has laid down on her back now, with her head on my thigh. Ben is channel surfing while lying on the L end of the sofa. He eventually stops on a college football game.

Laura groans, then says, "Ah not this crap. I'm going to bed if you leave this on."

Suddenly, there is a knock on the back door.

"Who could that be, it's a little late for visitors," Laura says.

"Sorry, I forgot to mention Carla is coming over. She's going to stay the night. Is that OK?" says Ben.

"Of course it's OK," Laura says.

Ben jumps up and opens the door for his girlfriend, then both of them walk over to the sofa. Ben takes his usual seat again, and Carla sits down beside him. Laura has sat up now so there is plenty of room.

Carla is looking amazing as usual. She's just wearing her casual sports clothes, grey yoga pants and a long sleeve training top. She looks stunning in anything she wears.

All four of us sit and chat for the next half hour or more. Then Ben makes a move to go to bed.

"I'll just take Carla for a few minutes before you two hit the hay," I say.

Talk about a mood killer. Nobody says anything. Ben sits back down, and Laura doesn't move.

"Go on up to the master bedroom Carla, you know which one that is, I'll be right up."

Carla doesn't hesitate, she walks up the stairs as all three pairs of eyes follow her.

"You better not make a mess, I'm not changing those sheets tonight," Laura says, then grabs the TV remote and switches back to her reality show.

Ben doesn't say anything.

When I'm done with Carla, she uses the en suite, picks her clothes up off the floor, then leaves our room and walks naked to Ben's, his room is next to ours.

We didn't take long and we didn't make a mess. When I came inside her, she grabbed her panties to catch my load when I pulled out, before it gushed out onto the bed.

I assume Laura and Ben knew we were finished when the noise stopped, and they would have heard Carla moving between the rooms. Laura came up to bed a few minutes later. She went straight into the en suite and I could hear her taking a piss, then she came out dressed for bed wearing a pair of short cotton shorts, and a t-shirt.

I'm still naked under the sheets after Carla, I was just going to sleep like this. When Laura climbed into the bed, she lowered herself down under the sheets. Suddenly I can feel her warm mouth take my soft cock in. She swirled her tongue around every inch of it, licking off all the dried up cum and pussy juice. I think she likes tasting other womens' pussy, or maybe it's just Carla's she enjoys.

She takes her mouth off me just as I was starting to get hard, rolls onto her side facing away from me, flicks off the bedside light and says goodnight.

Five minutes later I can hear the now familiar bed squeaks coming from Ben's room. I don't remember them stopping, I must have fallen asleep.

Next morning at 6am Ben and I go for a long run together. Everyone else is asleep when we leave. We run past Emma's house on our route, but I don't see her, or anyone else inside. Running past her home makes me think about her, and even while running I get a twitch in my cock.

Putting my sister-in-law out of my mind, we finish off our run and get back home at 7.30am. I can't believe I'm able to run for that long already.

Claire is the only one up when we get back, she's eating cereal in the kitchen. Ben goes straight for a shower, but I hang back to chat with my daughter. I can't just dive straight in with my concerns, so we talk about all sorts of general stuff, mainly school.

Then suddenly Claire gets up and seems in a hurry to get back to her room. So I walk along with her, I'm not missing my opportunity to speak to her, plus I don't want to have Laura going on about it again.

"OK Dad, nice chat, but I need to study now," she says as I follow her into the room.

"Claire, your Mom and I are worried about you. You spend so much time in your room, we're worried you don't get out enough."

"Dad, I'm fine. I have so much work to do if I want to get into any of the top colleges."

"I know, I know, but you need to be more balanced," I say.

"I am balanced. I hang out with my friends all the time. I was over in Sara's house yesterday!" she says, getting a little annoyed with me.

"You need to get outside more. I can't remember the last time I saw you get some exercise," I say calmly.

"Just because you decided last week to get fit, doesn't make you an expert," she snaps at me.

"Listen, I know. I'm just worried about you. Why don't you join me and Ben on one of our runs?"

"What, are you serious? No way. You two stink when you run. Gross," she says, but she has calmed down a little bit.

"OK, well it would do you a lot of good. It will give you so much more energy. And it will help your studying, nothing beats the fresh air for clearing your head," I say, even convincing myself.

"I'll see."

"OK, I'll take that," I say, smiling at her and giving her a hug.

"Get off. Go take a shower," she says, trying to push me away.

As I hug Claire, I'm looking over her shoulder and something catches my eye on her bed. It's sticking out from under her pillow, and I know immediately what it is. Laura has the exact same one, it's a vibrator. Oh shit, I don't need to see that.

I know she's an adult now, but she is my little girl. I don't want to think about her doing anything like that. I need to get out of here.

"I'm going, I'm going. Just make sure you think about coming out with me and Ben," then I turn and leave as quick as my sore, tired legs will carry me.

Saturday turns out to be a nice relaxing day lazing around the house. Carla comes over mid-afternoon, and she spends most of the time on the sofa with Ben, just talking and laughing. Laura and I sit with them for a while, and it was nice getting to know Carla better and hearing about her family.

I wouldn't have been able to sit so close to her and have a conversation like that a few days ago, without wanting to screw her. I think our arrangement has taken the overwhelming urge to fuck her at every opportunity away, and with that pressure lifted we can actually spend time together as a family, including Carla as Ben's girlfriend.

Laura looks amazing for our date. She's wearing a pair of skin tight light blue jeans, white sneakers, and white tank top, with her white blonde hair in a pony tail.

The movie theater was full when we arrived. As usual, Laura gets a lot of attention when we go out in public. Very few other women are in her league. It's clear we're on a date together, so most men leave her alone. But it doesn't deter a few.

We find our seats around the middle after squeezing past a few people in our row. Laura is ahead of me so takes the farthest of the two seats, sitting down beside a man around our age.

He's there with a female partner of roughly the same age. His jaw hits the floor when he sees Laura about to sit down beside him. That gives me a little buzz if I'm honest.

The two seats beside me are empty when we sit down.

The movie is about to start when I notice the man beside Laura has placed his hand on her thigh. A bit forward, but who could blame him, she is beyond tempting. Laura seems to just be ignoring him, and he seems happy enough to just cop a feel.

The movie starts, and about five minutes in I get curious to see what's going on beside me. So I lean forward a little, for a better look, and I notice the stranger's partner has his cock out and is giving him a slow handjob. While he has his hand on Laura's leg still.

Maybe 10 minutes after that, Laura shifts slightly in her seat, leaning over towards the other armrest instead. So I take another look at what's going on. He still has his hand on Laura's leg, but now my wife has reached over into his lap and has her hand wrapped around the base of his cock. She isn't even looking at him, she's still watching the movie. His partner has leaned down awkwardly and has taken him into her mouth. Her lips touch against my wife's hand every so often when she bobs her head down far enough.

This seems to be as far as they're going to take it, until the guy leans his head towards Laura. She turns away from the screen and they start making out. His partner is attractive, but not on the same level as my wife.

They keep this going for another few minutes, then I see him place his hand on top of the other woman's head in his lap. He holds her down while he jerks his hips up into her face as he cums into her mouth, not breaking his kiss with Laura. I've missed about fifteen minutes of the movie because of all this.

My wife seems content with her work when she shifts her body to lean back over to me now, and rests her head on my shoulder. We manage to get to the end credits without any more distractions. Just another regular night at the movies.

Laura is speaking to her sister on the phone. I can only hear the odd whisper, but can't quite understand what they're saying. I wonder is Emma spilling the beans on me and what I've been up to with her. Well, it's all going to come out sooner or later.

It's Sunday morning, and Ben and I have already finished our early morning run. Claire didn't come with us, which is disappointing.

"Jack and the kids have gone to stay with his parents for the weekend. Em had the house to herself last night, she said it was amazing! Bubble bath, and some binge watching TV. When am I getting a break from you lot?" Laura says then laughs.

"Is she on her own again tonight?"

"Yep, they don't get back until early tomorrow morning," Laura tells me.

Interesting.

After finishing our meal on Sunday afternoon, Laura says she is going for a nap. I give it a few minutes, then I jump in the car and point it in the direction of Emma's house.

I let myself in, as I have gotten used to doing recently. I walk in the front door, and through to the kitchen at the rear. No sign of Emma. So I walk down the hall and stick my head into the sitting room. There she is.

"Fucking hell Tom, you have to stop sneaking around. You're scaring the shit out of me," Emma says, clearly startled.

She's sitting on an armchair in her robe with her feet up on a footrest, reading a book. I don't answer her. Instead I walk over to where she's sitting, and take hold of one of her hands. She leaves down her book and stands up. I take her other hand too, holding them both between us.

She has just had a shower or bath, her hair is still wet. She looks and smells so good. Lowering our hands, I step closer and kiss her for the first time. It's a gentle kiss, and it takes me a few seconds to realize it's actually happening. I'm actually kissing Laura's sister, I've wanted to do this for twenty years.

We share our gentle kiss for a minute, maybe two. Then it's Emma who can't contain herself any longer. She raises her right hand to the back of my neck and holds me firm, opening her mouth wide and pushing her tongue against mine. Her tongue feels so long she is shoving it that far into my mouth. It feels like its close to my throat, and it's fucking amazing. This really turns me on, and my cock makes itself known for the first time of the evening by rising up between us, poking her in the leg.

Emma brings her hands up to the belt holding her robe closed, unties it, and opens it for me, then lets it fall from her shoulders. She's not wearing anything underneath. It's the first time I've seen her completely naked, and it takes my breath away. I have to calm myself down to hold off ejaculating as I stand here.

I pull my gym shorts down over my fully hard cock, then let them drop to the floor.

"I knew you'd come here tonight," Emma says.

"What do you mean?"

"I knew you would come to me. When you heard I was here alone. That's why I called Laura this morning," she says, smiling. "I knew this would make you come," she says, tapping her forefinger on the tip of my cock.

"Suck it," I say. "I want to feel what your mouth is like."

She does what she's told and drops her naked body to her knees before me. She sees how big I am up close now, at eye level, and I can see the fear. But that only lasts a split second. Then I see pure, animal hunger.

I always imagined Emma taking my full length down her throat when I jerked off thinking about her. I knew chances are that would not be very realistic, not many women can take one this big. She is always so demure and ladylike, it was fun to think about her being such a sex mad whore. Little did I know she's even more filthy than my wildest dreams.

I've seen the real Emma in the bedroom now, and that Emma is wild. Yeah, she'll fucking take it all down alright.

She holds it by the base in her right hand, and takes my balls in her left. Then opens her mouth and engulfs the tip, then four inches, slides it back out to the tip, then takes it all down like I knew she would, like a good little slut. She hold me like that, but uses her tongue and throat to massage my entire cock. I've never felt anything like it.

"I'm cumming, Emma, I'm cumming," I mumble.

She pulls me out of her throat, and keeps the tip and an inch or two of my shaft in her mouth, then squeezes my balls softly with her hand.

I've held on for as long as I can. I know this is going to be a massive load, I haven't emptied my balls since Friday. I can't remember the last time I've gone that long.

Putting my hands softly on each side of her beautiful face, I just let it happen. The first spurt often startles some women, but not Emma. It's a huge splash of cum, but Emma lets it hit the roof of her mouth without even a slight flinch. Then they start firing out in quick succession. She has her lips sealed around my prick, and she doesn't let a single drop escape.

But there's just too much to hold in her mouth, and I see her gulp down a mouthful as I continue shooting more into her.

Then another gulp. And finally a third when she feels I've finished. She gives my tip a few swirls with her tongue, then lifts her mouth off. I need to sit down.

I want to fuck her. I want to spend every second I can inside her. But she drained me so good my legs are like jello. I'm normally ready to go again quickly after cumming. Sometimes without even losing my erection.

But after a suck like that, I need to take a minute. I feel light headed.

Emma gets to her feet, and reaches for her discarded robe, but I catch her arm to stop her.

"No, stay as you are," I whisper.

I'm sitting on the sofa, looking directly at her pussy. Her mound is covered in neatly trimmed dark brown hair.

I reach out my right hand, around her side and onto her ass. After gently caressing her left cheek, I pull her towards me, just the last step between us, and lift her smooth left leg upwards. She places her left foot on the sofa beside me.

Then without any hanging around, I bury my face between her legs. Emma immediately pulls my head tight against her, holding me with both hands as she stays standing. I'm licking and sucking everywhere. There's probably something you should know about me - I won't win any prizes for my skills going down on women. I love doing it, but I'm just not very good at it. Well that's what I've been told anyway.

But I need to get this out of my system, I've longed to taste her, to stick my tongue in her most intimate place. And she tastes fucking good. I'm probably getting more from this than Emma.

I settle down after a couple of minutes and I move my right hand off her ass, bringing it around to her pussy.

I keep lapping with my tongue, and insert the middle finger of my right hand into her pussy. She's wet, very very wet. I don't think I've ever felt such wetness before. My finger slips in so easy, I immediately put a second one in, and quickly follow that with a third.

For the next minute I enjoy exploring her with my fingers, pushing in far, then pulling towards the front.

Suddenly, Emma takes her foot off the sofa. I pull my fingers out and they're dripping wet. She sits down on the sofa where her foot just was, lifts her feet up onto the cushion towards her ass, and spreads her legs. I get the hint, and dive right back in face first. I can get my tongue further into her in this new position.

"Use your fingers," Emma breathes.

See what I mean, I'm not very good.

So I take my face away from her snatch and it's covered in her juices, up around my nose and down to my chin. She tastes delicious. A lot like Laura.

I stick the same three fingers back in and start curling them inside her, which she seems to like. I have my left hand on her soft inner right thigh, slowing stroking it up and down.

"Your cock," she says quietly.

I'm back to full strength down below, and ready to go again. So I stand up and squat down just a little, dropping my prick to her loose entrance. Then I shove it into her hard. She's still in the same sitting position, with her feet on the sofa in front of her ass, while she leans back.

Emma doesn't need any time to adjust to me. She takes my full fat length to the balls with little more than a whimper. But I fill her up, and she doesn't get that very often.

We fuck like this for the next ten minutes, until Emma comes with a gush. I pull out and drop down to my knees. She still has her eyes closed as she rides out her climax. I give her a quick lick, just to get another taste. Then I insert the three fingers back in.

"Oh fuck....easy....easy," she says quietly. She is very sensitive so soon after cumming.

I gently massage the inside of her pussy with my fingers. Then when I think she's ready, I slip my little finger into her too. I've never had four fingers in any woman before. But Emma seems to not only be able to take it, she's enjoying it. I'm not sure if the fourth finger made that much of a difference to her really, so I go for it and push my thumb in as well.

That makes a difference alright, as she throws her head back on the sofa. I work my hand into her a little more, switching my eyes between her face and her stretched hole. She's biting her bottom lip and has her hands on her tits. When I push in a small bit further, close to the last knuckles, she squeezes her tits, and a spray of milk comes from one of them. Seeing that nearly makes me spray on the floor too.

Her pussy is contracting and loosening around my hand, I know she's getting herself ready, she knows what I'm going to do. When she feels loose enough, I push that last inch past the knuckle, and then my whole hand slides fully inside.

I've never heard anything like the scream, then she quickly says, "hold it, hold it, don't move, oh fuck."

When she's ready, I pull my hand out, drawing it out past the knuckles, then back in again. It slides in much easier the second time. After a few minutes of doing this, I gently make a fist with my hand inside her. She's releases a low pitched roar when I do this, and then a big smile appears on her gorgeous face.

Keeping my fist clenched, I slowly pull it out. Emma just exhales a long breath, and there is total silence when I even more slowly push my closed fist back in.

It's a surreal moment, my whole hand is inside my sister-in-law who I've spent the past part of 20 years wanting to screw. I'm fisting Emma, her pussy lips wrapped tight around my wrist. Jesus Christ.

Emma is suffering, and in ecstasy at the same time.

I can't take anymore, so I pull my hand out, and drive my cock back into her even looser than usual gaping cunt. I manage to hump her hard with five or six thrusts, then I cum with my balls pushed up against her asshole.

We both lay down on the sofa, me behind Emma, and we just stay like that in silence. My semi hard cock is between her ass cheeks, up against her asshole. But we just caress each other's bodies while lying there.

When we eventually stand up, I notice the sofa is a mess. It's covered in my cum, in Emma's juices and sweat.

"We should clean that up," I suggest to Emma.

"Fuck it, Jack can do it when he gets back," Emma says.

I think I like this new Emma. I go into the kitchen and make some coffee. Emma follows me in a few minutes after.

"Oh, you're still here. What the fuck are you hanging around for? You got what you came for, didn't you?" she says coldly.

I wasn't expecting that. But I'm catching on to how we're going to play this.

"You'll know when I'm finished with you. Now get the fuck up to bed, and don't make me tell you again." I say. I'm trembling, but Emma can't see.

Speaking to her like this is making me hard again. I'm naked in her kitchen, and my cock is stiffening before her eyes. She turns towards the stairs, doing what she's told.

"Emma, lose the robe, and you better be ready for me when I come up" I say after her. My confidence is improving now. I'm getting into this.

She let's the robe fall off her shoulders behind her on the steps.

I take my time going up to the bedroom. I make a sandwich, and don't bother cleaning up. I watch some TV while eating it, naked, sitting on their sofa, and make a mess. Then I take a piss in their downstairs bathroom, and I don't flush. I even direct my cock away from the toilet to piss on their floor on purpose.

When I'm finally finished all that, I make my way up the stairs. It's been close to 45 minutes since Emma went up.

I enter the master bedroom, and she's ready for me alright. She's on all fours facing the headboard, ass towards the door waiting for anyone who walked in.

Without saying a word, I climb up on the bed and knee-walk my way towards her from behind. Needless to say I'm rock hard.

When I get to her I don't pause, I just push my whole cock into her pussy. It's returned to it's normal size now, after the fisting it got an hour ago.

I ram it into Emma hard as soon as I start, and keep it going at a steady pace. She pushes back against me every few minutes, but when she does that I slap her hard on the ass.

"Stop fucking moving, you slut," I shout at her when she pushes back for the fourth time, then I give her ass the hardest slap yet. "You have one job, just fucking stay still and take my load. You're just a fucking cum dumpster."

A shiver runs through her from her orgasm when I said that.

"Oh you like that? You just pretend to be a snob when all you really are is a dirty whore," I sneer. "How many men have you had in here? Or how about here?" I stick my thumb up her ass when I say that last part.

She's an amazing woman that has been the center of my fantasies for so many years. She is not a slut, a whore, a cum dump, or anything like it. But she wants this sort of treatment, and if I'm totally honest, I'm starting to get into it too.

I take my cock out of her sopping wet pussy, press my cockhead to her ass hole with my thumb, and push it in. She is screaming into the pillow. Emma doesn't have a big ass. It's not small either. It's what I would consider the perfect shape. Seeing her ring stretch and bulge around my enormous girth is quite a sight.

I go slowly, but I don't stop pushing until my full length is up her asshole. Then I fuck her slowly. Emma looks around at me, tears are streaming down her face, but she gives me a smile and closes her eyes. I have to hand it to her, she knows what she wants.

I have to pinch myself to see if I'm dreaming. Is this really the ass I've spent so many years staring at, longing to touch, jerking off over in my dreams. It's even better in real life.

Twenty seconds later and I'm grunting and shooting my cum deep in her hole. I pull out, and my huge load follows out her gaping ass with a little fart.

Both of us collapse on the bed and fall asleep.

I wake up to a gentle soft light coming from a bedside lamp, and it takes me a few seconds to realize where I am. Then it all comes back to me, I remember everything that happened this evening. I look to my left, and my wife's sister is just opening her eyes beside me. I check the time on my phone and it's 9pm. We have only been asleep for an hour. Thankfully we didn't sleep through the night.

"Hey," I say to her.

"Hey yourself," she replies.

"Are you OK......after.......you know.......everything I said to......," I manage to say quietly,

"Of course I'm OK. Now shut up and don't ruin it," she whispers, cutting me off. "I need a shower, I think you do too."

We both walk to the en suite naked, and Emma runs the shower. We shower together in their massive walk in, but nothing happens except a lot of touching.

When we dry off, both of us stay naked. Emma quickly changes the bed sheets, they are a complete mess as you can imagine, then we walk down to the kitchen for something to eat.

"Laura knows, you know. About us," Emma says between bites of her sandwich. "I told her this morning."

"Oh," is all I say in response.

"She's jealous, but she'll get over it. She knows she can't keep that for herself," Emma says, nodding her head towards my cock, which is constantly semi hard. It won't go fully soft with Emma naked, not a chance.

We chat for another while, then Emma says she's going to bed. I don't ask for her permission to stay, I just follow her up the stairs and climb in beside her as she switches off the lights. We fall asleep within seconds. I wake up during the night around 2am and enter Emma while she's still asleep. She pretends to stay asleep the whole time, even when I rut on top of her and explode inside her again.

I leave at 6am the next morning, sneaking out quietly before she wakes up.

I swing by our house, change for work, and I'm on my way to the office 15 minutes later. Laura pretended to not wake up when I was in our room changing clothes.

When I arrive at work, I walk into a shitstorm. One of our biggest client has threatened to move their business to one of our competitors. To say there is panic is an understatement. The client is on my portfolio, perfect. We need to act fast and do everything we can to make sure we don't lose them. Losing them could be a huge impact to the future plans for our business.

After many meetings, it's decided that I fly out to their headquarters and meet them in person with Jean, who is our Head of Client Management. We need to show the client how important they are, so someone very senior in the company needs to go. Funnily enough, I don't put up a fight against Jean coming with me.

We have meetings scheduled in the client's office on Wednesday afternoon. The only flight we could get that will work is Wednesday morning at 7.30am, which will get us there in plenty of time, as our first meeting isn't until 1pm.

We could get a flight back home Wednesday evening, but Jean suggests we stay overnight in a hotel, and fly back Thursday instead. Who am I to argue!

I live only 15 minutes from the airport, whereas Jean is almost an hour away. To make it easy for catching our early flight, I offer our spare room to Jean. She can stay in my house, and then we can travel together to the airport on Wednesday morning. She thinks it's a great idea, and says she will bring her overnight bag tomorrow.

I take the car to work on Tuesday to make it easy for us getting back to my house. We leave work at 4pm to give us a little extra time, as we have a very early start tomorrow morning.

Jean and I are eating dinner at our table, where we had lunch on Sunday. It's just the two of us. Laura needed to stay late after school to organize end of term exams. Ben is at class, and I think Claire is over at her friend Sara's house.

Jean is going to sleep in our spare room, she brought her overnight bag in there when we got here.

We're just finished dinner when Ben arrives home.

"Hey Dad," he shouts from the back door, "Dinner smells good, any left for me?"

Ben has never met Jean before. He nearly trips over his tongue when he sees her. Every teenage boy has their milf fantasies, and Jean is in a class all to herself in that category.

She stands up and walks around the table to greet him, saying "Ben, it's so nice to finally meet you, I've heard so much about you. I'm Jean."

Ben offers his hand, but Jean embraces him in a hug.

"Hello. Nice to meet you too," Ben says quietly.

He's trying so hard not to stare at her, I cover my mouth so he doesn't see me smiling.

I don't blame him by the way. Jean is wearing her standard work attire. A black pleated mini-skirt that covers the top third of her bare thighs. A white tight-sleeve collared blouse that stops at her mid-forearm, with a few buttons open revealing a healthy amount of cleavage. Her blonde hair is up in a high bun. She is pure fantasy material.

Ben makes his excuses and leaves us alone again, going up to his room. He must have forgotten he was hungry! Even Ben, who could get any girl he wanted to fall in love with him, is intimated by Jean.

"I can't believe we've dropped the ball with this client Tom," Jean says a few minutes after Ben leaves the room.

"It's on me, I hold my hands up, I've been so busy chasing new business I've neglected the clients we have," I say a little sheepishly.

"Tom, you're our best sales manager. We need you out there making new money," Jean says, "If this is anyone's fault it's mine. I should have assigned more help for you."

"I'm fucking stressed out though, I know how important this client is. The links they have in their industry. We simply cannot mess this......" I say speaking fast.

Jean reaches out her hand, covering mine on the table.

"Look Tom, we need you at your charming best tomorrow to rescue this. We can't have you stressed before we even get there" she says consolingly. "I know just the thing you need."

With that, Jean gets a glint in her eye and pushes her chair back with her legs, her hand now taking mine and motions for me to stand up too.

We walk over to the recliner and Jean pushes my shoulders, causing me to lose my balance and fall backwards into the seat. I exaggerate flopping down, throwing my hands up the arm rests each side.

Jean shakes her head and smiles.

I unzip and unbuckle my pants, then pull them down to my ankles while remaining seated.

Jean reaches up under her skirt and hooks her thumbs into the sides of her sexy lingerie, pulls them down to the ground, and steps out of them.

My cock is ready to mount, and she straddles me in the recliner, taking me in slowly, which is nice for a change with her.

She rides me slowly, and we have a long deep kiss. I can feel the bottom of her skirt brushing against my balls as she grinds down on my root.

"Oh crap, I'm so sorry for, eh, for interrupting," Ben says.

He ran down the stairs, so there was no time to stop what we're doing. He was beside us before I knew what was going on.

He's standing behind the recliner, and I can't see him. But Jean is looking directly at him. She smiles at Ben, but doesn't stop slow fucking me. I'm looking at her face and I notice she hasn't taken her eyes off him.

"Don't be silly Ben, this is your house," Jean says. "Did you come down to watch some TV? Don't let us stop you."

"You sure?" Ben says, his voice croaking a little.

"Of course honey, your Dad doesn't mind either, sure you don't Tom?" she says then, putting the spotlight on me.

"Eh..... no, of course not," I say, agreeing to this weird.... whatever it is.

Surely Ben won't stay. No way. He can't.

"Well if you don't mind," Ben says then.

What the fuck Ben. You little shit.

He walks around the recliner and over to the sofa, his favorite seat. I can see him over Jean's shoulder now. This is fucked up. When he sits down he doesn't turn on the TV. He just sits there, facing us, and stares.

He's looking at Jean's ass. At her gyrating hips. The way Jean's skirt is hanging down, he would only be able to see my balls and maybe the base of my pole, when she rises up.

I can feel Jean cumming by the way. She's getting off on being watched.

We stay like this for a few minutes, Jean grinding down on my root, me trying not to look at Ben. But then I hear him moving. I open my eyes and see he has pulled his shorts down a little bit and is stroking himself.

"Ben, what the fuck," I say over to him.

"ssshh, ssshh, leave him Tom" Jean says, putting a hand around the side of my face. "He's a young man, it's only normal."

Then she gently starts riding me again, but I notice she has pulled her skirt a little bit higher. She want's him to see her, see us, fucking. I look over her shoulder again at Ben, and his eyes are glued to Jean's ass. He's looking at my cock go into her, and he's jerking himself off while doing it.

It's a bit messed up, but Jean is a gorgeous, mature woman, and it turns me on seeing the effect she has on a 19 year old. I would be lying if I said the fact he's my son wasn't making it even hotter.

A few minutes later the backdoor opens and Laura walks in. Oh fuck.

"What the...," Laura starts to say, before trailing off.

"Laura! Where's your car? I didn't hear you pull up," I say. This looks bad, really bad.

"Flat tire. Got a ride," she barely answers.

Jean doesn't seem too bothered by Laura's presence, she doesn't even stop grinding on my cock for even a second. Ben says nothing, he just keeps staring at Jean.

"Don't let me interrupt," laughs Laura condescendingly.

I'm too afraid to look at Laura, at Ben, even at Jean, so I just close my eyes.

When I eventually open them, Laura isn't standing where she was. She's sitting on the sofa now. Ben doesn't even seem to care his mom is sitting a few feet away as he jerks off.

Jean's pussy is on fire. My wife and son looking at her fuck me has her in a constant state of orgasm. And I can't lie, it's getting to me too, as I feel my own climax building. I whisper into Jean's ear that I'm going to cum. She squeezes me tight with her pussy and draws my load out.

I look over at Laura as I'm cumming inside Jean, but she isn't looking back. Her eyes are fixed on Ben's cock in his hand.

Jean can feel when I'm finished, and lifts herself off me when she's happy I'm fully drained. Then she turns around and faces Ben.

"Do you want me to take care of that for you sweetheart," she says to my son.

Ben isn't capable of giving her an answer at the moment, and Jean doesn't wait for him to try. She walks over to where he's sitting, past Laura, who is sitting with her legs crossed at the knees. Laura is staring at my cum drip from Jean's pussy onto her living room floor.

She kneels down in front of Ben putting both of her hands on his thighs. Ben stops jerking off and takes his hand away, showing his cock to everyone in the room. His cock is a long 8 inches, but his girth is nowhere close to mine. He rests his hands on either side of himself on the sofa.

Jean takes his hard cock into her right hand, and strokes it slowly, then lowers her head down into his lap and takes him into her mouth, the same mouth I had my tongue in moments ago. The mouth I've had my cock inside on countless occasions. I know what Ben is experiencing right now. His mind is being blown through the roof.

Laura is gazing intently at Ben and Jean. She hasn't said anything since she sat down. I wonder what the hell she is thinking. I not even sure what I'm thinking.

Meanwhile, Ben is getting the blowjob of his life. Jean has him fully down her throat now, her nose buried into his pubic bone, and is playing with his balls in her hand.

He lasts a few minutes before he says, "I'm going to cum, cumming, aaahh."

I'm impressed, I don't think I would have lasted half as long.

Jean keeps just his cockhead in her mouth and milks him with her right hand, her left still holding his balls. He seems to have a big load, he was grunting and twitching for a long time.

At this point, the craziest thing happens. Jean carefully takes his cock out of her mouth, and she still has all his cum in there. She closes her mouth, but doesn't swallow. Instead, still on her knees she turns to face Laura, and starts crawling over to her a few feet away. When she gets to Laura she stands up, then bending down, takes Laura's head in her hands, and places her lips to my wife's.

Laura hesitates for a couple of seconds, but then both of them open their mouths and seal their lips together. They start making out, swirling their tongues together, Ben's cum being exchanged back and forth. It's the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life. Ben is sitting there, completely spent, looking like he cannot believe what he's seeing.​