Hi. I'm Jim, and I think my wife is fucking our son.
Well, maybe not yet, but she's trying.
Yes, yes, I can hear you all out there. All those different points of view. 1. 'He's taking your place as the alpha male, and you'll be in his room soon.' 2. 'You're not enough for her, you limp wimp.' 3. 'Your wife is a sick slut.' 4.'You need to call her out and stop this.' 5. And, of course, 'you need to catch them and join them.'
So, rather than state that all those points of view are bullshit, I'll talk about what I'm seeing and experiencing.
Susan, my wife, and I live in a medium-sized city. We have two children. Jane, our oldest at twenty-four, moved out to attend college and now lives on the other side of town. Our son Bob is a senior in high school and will be attending one of the colleges here in the city. He lives with us.
Now, about that wimp in the bedroom thing. Susan is a voracious and energetic lover. My wife is tall and curvy with a full head of raven black hair and a pair of tits made for fucking. She fucks me like a nymphomaniac that just escaped from a convent. We had our room soundproofed years ago if that tells you anything. She's in her forties now and hitting her peak. We fuck all the time and all over the place. Bobs caught us a few times. No, he didn't stay and watch.
So, I noticed that Susan is wearing different and less clothing. Not crazy, but breakfast attire now has no long flannel robe. It's one of my tees, long, hangs over her perfect ass, and a thong, usually still full of our cum. Bob noticed, and now he hugs Mom more often, and she pecks him on the lips.
Bob is a great son. But he is introverted and awkward. He'd probably show up on the spectrum if we had him tested, but I don't trust that shit. I'll bet they all show up on the spectrum. It's all about money. He's never had a date. Big surprise, he's a gamer. I think Susan is aiming to change that.
Why not speak up? Because I think it's fucking exciting that they are doing this dance and think I don't know. Susan is just as good a lover, better now if that's possible. I think she is into the wicked idea of sneaky incest. I understand. I've had urges. So here I am, the perverted voyeur wondering if my son will respond and reaping the harvest of a guilty wife.
It's Monday. I wrapped up my work early. My routine is to stop by the lounge in the hotel next door. The place is dead this time of day, which is what I like after a hectic day.
My stopover also gives Susan and Bob a little time to perhaps move things along. I need to devise a strategy to keep track of the progress.
The place was practically empty. I took a booth, set up my laptop, and shopped for surveillance gear. Oh, this is going to be fun.
"I don't know why you guys don't just stay at your desk instead of killing the vibe here."
Mid-twenties. Curvy, blond, full-sleeve tattoo. Smiling. My waitress. She must be new. The usual girl is older than me and, well, used up. This was a delightful improvement. I smiled back. "You give this place more vibe than it deserves."
"Why, thank you. I think." She said, warming to my compliment.
"You're welcome...."
"Becky."
"You're welcome, Becky. I could use a Stella if you please."
As Becky walked away, I was back in college. An awkward freshman. A girl who looked a little like Becky took a liking to me and turned me from awkward to confident. After one semester, she left the school and broke all contact with me. There were rumors. Then I met Susan.
So, I had an idea. My wife is pursuing a personal agenda. I'm going to have some fun too. I haven't thought about another woman since I got married, and I'm wondering if I still have it. My wedding ring is at the jeweler getting polished, so I appear available. I'll just flirt until it looks like I could seal the deal and then back off. But I'm going to need a story.
"So, what kind of scumbag boss has his employees working during cocktail hour when they should be overtipping their waitress for amazing service?" Becky was back with my beer.
"Well, that would be me. I'm a private investigator. And you're cute and fun, but all you've done is get me a beer. Quickly, but with a bit of sass." Me smiling, using my charming 'I want to fuck you' voice.
Becky bumped her hip against my shoulder. "I'm not sassy. Teenage girls are sassy. I'm feisty."
I leaned back, put my hand to my chin, looking thoughtful. "Feisty. Yeah, I went out with a feisty girl once,"
Becky waved her finger. "You're my father's age."
I laughed. "Ouch. You lost points towards the big tip."
"Ha! If I wanted to do that, I'd be rich."
She peered at my screen filled with the Amazon page of surveillance cameras. "So, who do you work for, looking up that shit?"
"I shouldn't say. Confidentiality and all, but since you're so feisty, I can't resist."
Becky laughed. "Why can't you be my age? You're funny."
"The guys in your generation are stupid. If I was your age, I'd chase you from horizon to horizon until you agreed to a date."
Becky put her hand on my shoulder. It felt nice. "Oh, and I bet you'd make it a memorable date."
"Never on the first date. You need to let the mutual desire build."
Becky fanned herself. "Okay, enough of that, whew. So, can you give me a hint?"
"Sure, why not. You aren't going to tell anyone. I got hired by a husband who thinks his wife wants to fuck another guy."
Becky rolled her eyes. "Wow, like that never happens."
I looked up at her and smiled. "It's their son."
"Whoa! Get the fuck outa here. Really?"
"You're not grossed out?"
Becky stood up. "No, Should I be? Are you? I mean unless he's a little kid."
"He's eighteen."
Becky waved her hand. "Oh, okay. No, I'm really a do what you want kinda girl. Consenting adults and all. I guess it doesn't bother you? Hey, if you put spy cams in, you're gonna see...."
"No, doesn't bother me. I know people who have done incest, and yeah, I will see if they consummate the mother-son relationship."
Becky snorted, "consummate, too funny." as she left to take care of her other table. I ordered the gear and happily noted it was on a two-day ship.
I went home early for the next two days to put the chill on. I didn't want to let things get going before I could watch. Susan was her usual self in bed. A new thing. She wanted me to fuck her ass. That's not new. The new part was the dildo in her pussy while I fucked her ass. The girl has plans.
Day one of 'operation-fuck the son.' I was in my booth in the lounge, laptop open, checking the time. Bob should be walking in the door at home any minute. I made sure to remind Susan I'd be home at seven. Nice and precise. Now, let's see if I'm right.
"You spyin?" Becky, over my shoulder.
"Yup, got em all installed. Smoke detectors, every room."
"Even the bathroom?"
I laughed. "Nah, somethings you don't need to see."
Becky laughed, got me my beer. "Hey, so what's your name?"
"Jim."
Becky shifted from foot to foot, nervous. 'So, I know I'm not supposed to, but this is kinky, and I'd never tell anyone, but."
I was looking at the screen. Bob had just gotten home. "You want to watch, you devil." I looked up. Becky's face was red.
"Sorry, that was wrong. But I have no boyfriend, and all I do is work...."
"I get it, Becky. I'm single too. We're adults here. You've set the rules. So, instead of a tip, or a date, I'll let you peek."
My cock was hard. Having a stranger watch my son and wife, not knowing the truth. Becky getting wet watching my family. I'm a perv and loving it. Besides, I'm helping a horny kid get off. Public service, right? And who knows? Maybe I'll break a rule or two.
Becky, still blushing. "Thanks. I'm pitiful."
I touched her hand. "Not hardly, kiddo. I think you have a wild streak under that calm exterior."
Becky walked away, mumbling. "Oh fuck."
Why am I doing this? Sharing? I thought about it. Yeah, I like having this kid like me, being tempted. But I'm doing it for my ego. I'm clever and smart, and I want someone to know it. I'm a perv, and I want someone to watch. Maybe I'm a cuckold too? Oh, and I'm having the best time of my life.
So, if you've read any mom-son stories on here, you'll know that sometimes the son is a little dense. That's my boy. Just like me at that age. Horny and clueless. He's a handsome young man. Sometimes they're called twinks. I watched for two days as Susan touched more, wore less, kissed him closer to his mouth. The cameras were excellent, and I could zoom in. The shocked look mixed with the bulge in his pants when his braless mother hugged him in only a tank top, rubbing her body on him. I would have been fucking her on the floor. Oh wait, I do that now.
My co-conspirator kept asking, and I told her, not yet. It takes time.
Friday, I left the house early. I've been doing that since Susan likes to tease Bob over breakfast, and I like to watch it in my office in real time. She rubs on him. Kisses him lightly on the lips, bends over, showing him her panty-clad ass. The cameras and microphones are so good I can watch my son's cock get hard in his briefs. Not my thing, but still, I gotta laugh. Come on, son, make a move.
Well, today, Susan upped her game. After I left, she changed into what I call her after-sex robe. It's a silky thing with a lot of Asian symbols. It barely covers her ass. Her hair is a mess. That tells me she's been masturbating. As I watch, she's moving around the kitchen alone. She has her head cocked. It's comical. She's listening for the squeaky stair, so she'll know when Bob is coming for breakfast. I hear the squeak. Susan looks towards the doorway and loosens the belt on her robe. It's going to open as soon as she moves. I assume she's naked under it.
Bob comes in, rubbing his eyes. He's got loose PJs on. Susan has her back to him, and I watch as he stops short and stares. I snort. I can fucking see his dick growing. Oh, this will be fun.
Our son sits at the table, almost missing the chair because he won't take his eyes off his mother. Still puttering over his breakfast, Susan opens the fridge and bends down to get the milk. I hear Bob gasp. I was right. Susan has nothing under the robe, and when she bends over, Bob has a perfect view of his mother's vagina and butthole neatly framed by a fringe of black pubic hair. I'm hard. My horny wife makes a show of 'looking' for something and finally stands up. Bob is rubbing his cock through his PJ pants.
Susan turns and pretends to be surprised. "Oh, you're up early." She says. I'm laughing. He wasn't before, but he sure as shit is now, me too. And he's right on his usual time for breakfast also.
Now that knot on the robe. The knot my wife loosened as she heard our son. It's just a loose, single overhand, and it is losing the battle with my wife's incredible tits and hard round ass.
As she turns from the counter, coffee in one hand and Bob's breakfast in the other, oh my, the knot slips, the robe opens, and my son gets the full frontal of his mother, who pretends not to notice.
She bends over in front of him, her nipples hard as rocks, and I'm sure her lust scent is in the air. My son has one hand in his lap, stroking his cock under the table as he stares at his mom's naked body.
Susan stands back up and 'notices' that her robe has opened -- Oh my. This is a fucking riot.
She makes no attempt to re-tie the belt. "Oh damn, that knot came loose. I'm sorry, Bob. You had to look at your old mom's saggy body."
Bob, still staring, mumbles. "You look nice, mom, "He loads up his spoon with sugar flakes.
"Oh, that's nice, son. You think mom's okay? Even if I don't shave like the girls your age?"
While she speaks, she runs her hand over her breast, down her front, and over her pubic hair. Bob's spoon misses his mouth, and cereal is all over the place.
"Oh, my," Susan says as she goes to get a towel, and somehow, that loose robe falls off. I'm laughing like hell. This is like lousy porn, and my poor son is clueless.
Susan goes over and yanks Bob's PJ shirt off. "Let's get this off you. It's covered." That was one spoonful of cereal. Now my wife 'suddenly notices' that her eighteen-year-old son has a raging boner. She looks right at the tent in his PJ pants. "Did I cause that?"
She's naked, leaning over her son, her big tits nearly in his face. 'Did I cause that?' She's killin' me.
"Sorry, mom. Yeah, kinda."
"Well, stand up. We need to get those wet pants off you."
Poor Bob doesn't know what to do. He gets up, trying to keep his hands covering his boner. Susan ignoring his plight. "Well, get them off. I'll need to wash them."
As his mother watches, Bob slips his fingers under the waistband of his PJ pants and pushes them down, letting his hard cock free. He bends over, picks them up, and hands them to mom, who tosses them in a chair.
"Baby, you can't go to school in that condition. I feel responsible."
Bob, mumbling. "It's okay, mom. It'll go down."
Susan, the caring mom. "Well, that could take a while. I think you need to-- you know."
Bob stares at his mother. She shrugs. "Son, I know you masturbate. Everybody does. I do. It's no big deal. I'll even help a little."
Bob stares, his cock flinching so damn hard it has to hurt. "I'll go to my room," he mumbles.
Susan moves closer. "It's okay to do it here. Would you like to touch me while you do it? Since it's my fault, you got so hard?"
Bob's eyes go wide. "Really? What about dad?"
Susan takes his hand and gently places it on her nipple. "It'll be our secret. Go ahead. Mommy wants to watch."
The light finally comes on for my son. He takes his cock, which is pretty impressive, about the same size as mine, and masturbates, while caressing his mother's nipples.
"That's nice, baby. You're making mom feel good."
"You feel nice, mom. I like this."
"You can touch mommy anywhere."
Bob looks right at his mother's neatly trimmed black bush. "Anywhere?"
She takes his hand and drags it along her abdomen. "Yes, baby. You can touch mommy's pussy. It's very wet."
Bob puts his hand over his mother's pussy. "Wow, you're really wet, mom."
She runs her hand through her son's hair. "You do that to me. I love watching my son masturbate. I've already had one orgasm."
"Oh, fuck, mom. I can't hold back."
"On me, baby. Cum all over mommy."
Like a fucking firehose. I laughed as a fat rocket of cum jetted out and painted a line from Susan's navel to her chin. Bob panting and pounding his cock, shot twice more, re-covering the same area. He stepped back, still holding his cock.
"I'm so sorry, mom. I couldn't help it."
Susan ran her finger through the mess of cum that covered her. "This is just another way of showing mom how much you love her. Now run up and get ready for school."
Bob takes off, and my wife scoops up his cum and licks her fingers till she is mostly clean. As she does that, she puts a foot up on a chair and rubs her clit, coming in record time. I can see her orgasm running down the inside of her thighs.
I had to go to the men's room and watch the last bit again as I jacked a load. Fuckin hottest thing I've ever seen.
My ass isn't even in the booth when Becky is over me. "Well?"
I smile at her. "Bingo. She crossed the bridge."
Becky's eyes go wide. "So, tell."
"Give me your email, I'll give you the link."
"You'd do that? I could copy that and send it anywhere."
I smiled. "No, the file can't be copied, and if you try to record it with your phone, it'll be all cloudy. It's some geek thing."
Becky is shifting from foot to foot, looking around. "You sure? I know I asked, but...."
"Would you like to see?"
"I'm so fucking pitiful and sick, but yeah."
Becky, blushing hard, gave me her number and then went off to get her other tables. Business had picked up in this place. All guys. I think they're coming to see her. Tough luck, guys.
I send the link. I watch Becky as she feels her phone vibrate. She checks it, doesn't look at me, and heads for the back. I sip my beer and wait. My cock gets hard picturing this twenty-something girl rubbing her pussy while watching my wife and son masturbate. This is so much fun.
Becky was back in about twenty minutes. As she walks up, I swear I can smell her excitement.
"Was it a good one?" I ask, looking at my laptop. I glance up. Becky's eyes are bugged out.
"I can't believe you said that!"
I laugh lightly. "Come on, Becky. We're both adults. We both know why you wanted to see it. What do you think I did when I watched it?"
She waves her hands. "TMI, Jim," Laughing. Then she stops. "Hey, you don't have some sneaky thing on my phone that turns the camera on or anything?"
I look right at her. "No. That's creepy and a huge violation of trust. I'm getting paid for this, and the client knows. Well, he doesn't know about you watching. That's just the old guy helping out a horny girl."
"You make me sound pitiful."
"Not hardly, Becky. You're human, that's all."
She cocks a wry smile. "You're getting off. Knowing what this does to me."
"Maybe. If you don't mind."
Becky smiles, her shoulders drop, relaxed. "No, I don't mind. I guess we're a couple of pervs. Just keep it mental there, dad."
"So, you won't mind if I send more? If it keeps going."
Becky leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "I'll kill you if you don't."
We laughed as she walked away.
It's the weekend. I made sure to be at home. I had a very good time watching my son and wife always circling each other with one eye on me. Susan knows I'm a light sleeper and she's smart enough to not take chances. Instead, she let me fuck every one of her holes. I pretended not to notice that the door was cracked open, and Bob stood in the dark of the hall, masturbating.
Monday at breakfast. Everybody is dressed, of course, but my son can't keep his eyes off his mother, who keeps watching me. I wanted to out them right there, but I knew I'd have more fun watching.
I'd gotten a motel room for the day. If I know my wife, she's gonna go for a while. I left, telling Susan I may be back if my meeting was canceled. You should have seen their faces. That was just a stall, so I'd have time to get to the room and set up.
Sixty-inch flat screen with my laptop hooked in, headphones on, naked. I was ready. Sent a text. The meeting is on, and then we have to tour the new plant. May be late tonight. Love you.
The cameras have microphones, good ones. Watching her read my message, smiling. As he gets up, the cameras switch. They're motion-sensitive. Up the stairs to Rob's room. He's on his bed. He changed from school clothes back into his PJs. Clever wife. If I come back, she can say he's not feeling well. He's gaming; looks up when mom opens the door. Susan smiles, she's got her robe untied, and her body is on display. Bob stops and stares. "Hi, mom. You look pretty."
Susan says, "Hey, baby. Dad's gonna be gone all day. Let's go to my room and have some fun."
'Really, mom?"
Susan drops the robe. "Really. Today you're gonna lose your virginity to your mother and more."
Bob sat there for a second. Then leaped out of bed and ran out the door. I switched to the camera in our room. Susan, standing, waiting as Bob ran in. "slow down, son. We have all day." She hands him a pill and a cup of water. "What's this, mom?" Susan smiles. "A sex pill that will keep my boy coming all day long."
I'm lying on the motel bed, naked and stroking just enough. I want to cum when my son fills his mom's pussy with his cum.
"Now, take your clothes off for mommy."
Finally getting it, Bob slides his hands up his trim abdomen, pushing his shirt. Susan rubs her nipples. "Mmmmmm, nice, baby."
Bob tosses the shirt aside and slides his fingers under the waistband of his PJ pants. His erection tenting the light cotton, a dark wet spot at the tip. "These too?" He asks. The young man learns fast. He's teasing his mother.
Susan's hand is now between her legs. I can faintly hear the liquid slosh of her fingers in her pussy. "Yes, baby. Show mommy your hard fucking cock.
He drops the pants, kicks them aside. "Come to mommy, my boy."
They merge. Susan angles her head, and their lips meet. My wife wastes no time. Mouth open, she wraps her arms around her son and makes out. He catches on instantly. His hands are all over his mother's body. Feeling stroking, grasping. They are both moaning. Susan disengages. She gets on the bed, shoves a pillow under her perfect ass, and spreads her legs. "Baby, I wanted the teach you how to lick a woman. I wanted to suck your cock. But you got me so horny. Come up here and put that hard cock in mommy. Fuck me, son. Fuck mommy."
Bob gets between his mother's legs. She takes his dripping cock in her hand and places him at her entrance. "Stick it in, baby."
Bob sort of falls over Susan as he moves his hips and shoves his cock into his mother's pussy. "Oh, so good," Susan says. Bob moans, "Oh, mommy. I've wanted to do this for so long." Now he's humping away. I know just how he feels. Susan has an amazing pussy.
Susan has her hand between them. She's rubbing her clit. She knows he won't last the first time, and he doesn't. "Oh, mommy, I can't help it."
Susan, rubbing hard. "Go ahead, baby. Cum in mommy."
Bob's eyes cross as he plunges in and holds. I can see his young, firm ass clenching as he pumps his cum into his mother. I blew all over my chest. Wow, that was a good one.
Bob is lying on top of his mother. There's a sheen of sweat on his back. Susan caresses him. "Keep going, baby. Keep fucking mom."
Bob props himself up, and I watch his ass move back and forth. "Oh, mom, I'm still hard." Susan rubs his back. "That's because you're young. Now give it to mom hard."
"Really?" Bob asks.
"Yes, baby. Fuck your mom as hard as you can. I want it."
Susan knows that Bob will last a while now. She wants hers, and she gets it. Bob railed her for a half hour. Susan coming and coming; both of them a sweaty mess. She showed him other positions. Bob's cock never went soft. Finally, behind his mother, his hands clamping her hips as he drove his teenage cock into his mother's vagina, he came. Gasping, groaning, his ass clenching. "Ohhhhh fukkkkkk mom."
Susan, her hands gripping the sheets in which her face is buried, moans back, "Oh yes, baby, you sure did."
Bob lay on the bed next to Susan. Her legs open. I can see Bob's cum leaking out of her. She rolls to her side and kisses him. "No regrets, son?" Bob puts his arms around her. "No, mom. But what about dad?"
Susan gets up and grabs the towel she had hung on a chair. Rubbing the sweat off her body as she spoke. "I will tell daddy, just not right now. How would you feel about having him join us?"
"Really?" He asked.
I'm thinking, is that the only answer he knows?
Susan tossed him the towel. "Yes, baby. Think about it while we shower."
Back on the bed after a fast shower. Susan back on the pillow. "Time to learn how to lick pussy, baby."
"Really?" Bob says. I roll my eyes. "But, mom, I just, you know."
Susan reclined her ass on the pillow, her pussy wide open, wet and needy. Her trimmed black bush glistened with their combined juices. "Just what, son?"
"You know, I umm...."
"Robert, you just fucked your mother. You came twice inside your mother's vagina. I think you can speak more clearly."
Bob took a deep breath. "Yes, mom, I came in you twice. Now you want me to put my mouth down there. I'll taste my cum. There. Is that better?"
Usan smiled. "Much. Yes, you will. Your father does it all the time. Women, well, the right women will love you for it; like me, it will make them want you even more. Now, would you please lick mom's pussy?"
"Yeeeessss, mother," Bob replies, mocking her. I like it, he's getting into this now. He moves between her legs and pauses. "Mom, I don't know what to do?"
Susan caresses his head. "Do you like ice cream cones, son?" "Yes." Susan gently presses the back of our son's head. "Then treat mom's pussy like an ice cream cone."
My son, the wise guy. "But mom, it looks like it melted already."
Susan laughs and smacks him lightly on the head. "Smartass. Lick mom's pussy."
If he had any second thoughts, they didn't last long. After a tentative lick, he dove in. With Susan's coaching, soon she was cumming all over his face. He pressed her legs open wider and had his hands pinching her nipples. Susan came and came.
"Inside, son. Two fingers, in deep and to the front. You'll feel the spot. Make mom squirt."
Our son is introverted, not stupid. He knew exactly where to put his fingers.
"Oh fuck, son, yes, yes, oh fuck."
Susan writhed on the bed, arching her hips to try and get more pressure on her G spot. Her hands clenched. I knew the signal.
"Pull out! Pull out!" She cried.
Bob yanked his handout like it was scalded and Susan howled as a hard jet of her orgasm shot out. Bob, to my surprise, dove in and covered her pussy with his mouth as the second eruption flew into his mouth, filling it and bursting out. He swallowed and stayed for two smaller ones until Susan gently pressed his head away. "That's it, son. Mom's done cumming for now."
Bob got off the bed, his cock hard as iron. Susan noticed. "Hmmm, I still have work to do." She lay on the bed, on her back. Her head draped over the side. "Come fuck mom's mouth, son."
Bob stepped up and gently slid his erection into his mother's mouth. It wasn't long before Susan had her hand around the base of her son's cock to keep him from choking her. Bob held her head. "Oh, fuck mom, this feels good."
Susan's other hand wrapped around our son's ass. "Oh, mom!" Bob cried out as her finger slid into her son's hole. "Ohhhh, fuuuck, mom!"
I watched his young ass clench as he orgasmed into his mother's mouth. She gulped and panted, taking every last bit. Bob backed up, covered in sweat and panting. "Wow, mom. I am so glad we did this."
So was I. I'd cum twice more watching them. I'd never done that in that short a time. They showered together. I wasn't worried. For all the off-the-hook lust of my wife, she doesn't like shower sex.
They stayed naked and made lunch. Susan asked how Bob felt and all that and my son quickly made it clear he had no problem having sex with his mother and looked forward to having sex with her at any opportunity. She explained that they had to be careful and that after she told dad Bob would have to share her with me and get used to being next to his father naked since she wants us to DP her. Bob was surprised but agreed. What choice did he have? He'll learn. Nobody says no to Susan.
They put a big beach towel on the couch and watched a movie. Then Susan switched to porn and in no time, Bob was between his mother's legs, licking her pussy. He pushed her legs back and Susan squealed. "You're licking my butt hole!" Bob looked up. "Is that okay, mom?"
"Oh, fuck yes, son. You can put your cock up mom's ass if you want."
"Really?" He replied. I swear I'm gonna smack that kid.
"Yes, baby. Go into mom's room, to my table. Get the lube and another towel, just in case."
Bob was back in seconds. While his mother gently masturbated, he lubed up his cock. When he was done, Susan rolled over on the couch, presenting her trim, round ass to her son. "Use lots, baby. Take your time."
He did. By the time Susan said, "Enough, son. Put your cock up your mother's ass." She had cum twice just from having her ass fingered. I pinched my cock to keep from cumming. Bob moved behind his mother, and I zoomed in. My son's erection filled the screen as the tip touched his mother's shiny star. I could hear her panting, "Slowly, baby. Push till you feel the head of your wonderful cock pop in, then just hold. Let mom get used to you."
"Okay, mom."
They both panted as Bob applied pressure, progressively harder until, with a collective moan, the head of my son's cock entered his mother's asshole. I came. Bob pushed slowly and soon had all his cock in.
"Oh fuck, mom. This is amazing. I thought your pussy was tight."
Susan grunts every time Bob hits her. "I love your cock up my ass, baby. Fuck me. Fuck mom's ass, baby."
Susan had one hand under her, rubbing her clit as her son filled her ass. She'd quake every few minutes and I was the trail of her cum running down her leg. I made a note to have the rugs shampooed next week.
"Mom, mom, I'm gonna cum."
Susan panted through another orgasm. "Fill mom's ass, baby."
My son rammed his hips against his mother's, gripped her hips until his nails went white and came, the hard, trim flanks of his ass flexing as he unloaded into the most forbidden place. He stopped. His cock still up his mom's butt.
"Best ever, mom."
"Me too, baby. Let mom up. We need another shower, lunch, and a nap."
By now it was afternoon. I'd had enough so I shut everything down. The system was set to record anyway and went to the office for a few hours.
Monday afternoon, I settle into my booth. Becky is right there.
"Something happened. I can see it on your face, Jim."
I'm grinning. "Yeah. My client left early Saturday morning to play golf. His wife had another game in mind."
Becky stood there. I waited long enough to get to uncomfortable. I touched my phone on the table. Waited. She flinched.
"Thank you," she said. Turning and leaving.
I watched Becky check her phone and head for the ladies' room. I smiled. I knew what she was going to do.
I went home. Everybody looked very satisfied and very tired. Susan claimed that she wasn't feeling well, so I got a raincheck on sex. I was wondering if she'd ask me to go down on her, knowing I'd be tasting my son. I did get a good night's sleep.
A text from Becky. "Oh, my fucking gawd! Thank you. Oh, and I have a big favor to ask. Check your Email.
At work Tuesday I read Becky's offer. I was comfortable with it. Yes, it was cheating, but I have an edge and I know this is a one-off so I'm sure that my wife will understand and find the whole kinky thing hot.
Tuesday afternoon. I stood in the hall, held my phone, and took a selfie, the numbered door in the background. Her rules. I heard the lock on the door click. Becky opened the door. Loose shorts and a tank top. Her nipples hard. Biting her lip. "You okay with this?"
I stepped in. "Sure. I'll tell you; I've done weirder stuff."
She exhaled loudly, "Okay, thanks. Give me three minutes."
Becky walked down the hall, went into the bedroom, and shut the door. I looked around the kitchen, pictures of her, and her brother. One picture of Becky, her brother, and their mom. I looked closely and touched the picture. My phone vibrated. "Ready."
The blinds were already down. I took off my clothes, shut off the lights, and felt my way down the hall. My cock was rigid. I wanted to laugh. Needy girl. Won't do an older guy, but she's desperate. Hey, a hit's a hit, right?
Her offer was one-sided. She wanted me to lick her pussy, make her cum till she touched my head to stop. Me being naked wasn't mentioned, but I can't lick pussy in clothes.
I opened the door, slipped in, and closed it. That stuff about how your remaining senses are heightened when one is compromised is true. The scent of her excitement drifted in the air. I heard her move on the bed. The room was beyond dark. I shuffled my feet till I nudged the side of the bed. Becky moved again, the smooth sound of cotton and a foot reaching, touching me.
I'm standing naked in a pitch-dark bedroom, holding a girl's foot. I was beyond excited. She sighed as I slipped my mouth over her toe, licking it. Her body quivered. I kissed down her foot, over her ankle. I could hear her breathing now. The room felt warmer. As I kissed her leg, I ran my hand over her knee and halfway up her thigh, teasing. Becky gasped and quivered again. That's two, and I'm not even licking her pussy.
I kissed my way up her thigh, picturing what her open wet pussy would look like. Only the third I'd ever had. My fingers drifted to the top of her thigh. She's trimmed. I ran my finger up the crease between her vagina and her thigh, over the top, brushing her clit and down the other side. Becky gasping now. It's time.
I pressed my face over her pussy and plunged my tongue inside her. She howled and orgasmed, but it was muffled. She must have a pillow over her face. I ate her. I ate her twenty-something pussy like it was the last one I'd ever have. I held her down as I sucked her clit and fingered her G-spot. She came over and over. Her flow soaked the sheet under us and covered my face.
She touched my head. I paused. She said something. I was shocked but happy. I moved up over her. My cock left a trail of pre-cum on her thigh. Propped over her, our faces nearly touching. I whispered.
"Are you sure?"
My erection nestled at her entrance. The room was warm. Her body soft and young. Her breathing, our breathing, deep and needy.
I felt her arm move out, then her phone display glowed with just enough light. I looked into Jane's eyes as she said in a hoarse whisper. "Do it, daddy."
I filled my daughter's vagina. The nastiest and hottest act I have ever performed. Jane talked and came.
"So good, daddy. I've wanted this forever. Sorry, I tricked you."
Her orgasm interrupted her. I was fucking my daughter as hard as I could. I stopped, flipped her over, pulled up her hips. She kept talking.
"Yeah, dad. From behind. Fuck me. Fuck your nasty incestuous daughter."
I couldn't hold back. "I'm going to fill my little girl's cunt."
"Do it, dad. Do it. Fuck me. Cum in me."
I lay on the bed next to my daughter.
"So, now that we've wrecked the bed, where's Becky?"
Jane trailed a finger over my chest. "She slipped out while your daughter was cumming all over your face."
I ran my hands over my daughter's body. "So, tell me."
Jane explained wanting me and her frustration when I wouldn't make a move. She met Becky in an incest chat room. Jane knew my routine. My office is near her apartment. Confessing her lust to Becky, who suggested a plan.
Jane rolled over me, our sweat mixing. "So, dad, we gonna do this again?"
I gently rolled her off me and got up. "Yes, but right now. I need to get home."
Susan and Bob entered the living room. It was parent-teacher night, so I knew they hadn't had any fun today. I'd hung around this morning till Bob left for school, and Susan had gone to the school while Bob was still there.
They were talking. My car was in the driveway, so they knew I was home.
Conversation stopped. The two of them just stared. I can't say as I blame them. I was naked.
But what kept their attention was my naked daughter sitting on my cock, fucking me. Jane giggled.
"So, you two gonna just watch, or are you going to join us?"
My son and wife stood there, still in shock. Jane got off my cock and walked to her brother.
"It's better than stealing my panties, bro. I left them for dad, but I know you used them."
Bob let his sister undress him. Kneeling, starting with his shoes, looking at and then touching the bulge in his jeans. "That for me?" Bob just nodded. Jane stood and worked at her brother's shirt as his fingers found her nipples.
"Mmmm, bro, yes."
I got up, went to my wife. She wouldn't look at me. "You knew."
She kicked off her shoes as I unbuttoned her blouse. "I saw it. Knew it before our poor son had any idea." I pointed up. "The smoke detectors? Cameras, sorry to spy on you."
Susan's blouse slid off her shoulders to the floor. I looked over. Jane was working her brother's jeans down his legs. His erection tenting his white cotton briefs. Susan touched my face. "Forgiven. It is I who should be punished. I should have told you. But you and Jane?"
I kissed my wife as I unclasped her bra and slipped it off. Jane had her brother naked and held his cock in her hand. "Bigger than the last time I saw it."
I kissed Susan again as I unbuttoned her skirt. "And I should have said something. But I liked it. I got so hard watching you seduce our son and then coming home and fucking you. Jane pursued me. I'll tell all later."
My fingers released the last button. "I have no panties," Susan whispered as her skirt fell away. My hand moved between her legs, touching her trimmed bush, "Why, my dear?"
Susan took my hard cock in her hand. "Because if you weren't home yet, I was going to flip up my skirt and have our son fuck me while we watched for you."
I hugged and caressed the most important person in my life while we watched Jane, on her knees, suck her brother's cock. He'd cum the second her lips touched his cock. Now he was working on number two. Susan sighed. "It's beautiful."
I let my finger probe my wife's asshole. "In a perverted way," I whispered in Susan's ear. "She likes girls too."
Susan moved out of my arms and took Bob's hand. Jane stood. "Son, it's time to give them a show."
I stood behind my daughter. My hard cock nestled lengthwise between her legs, my hands cupping her breasts, watching Bob, on top, vigorously fuck his mother. Susan looking right at me, yelling, "fuck mom's pussy, son."
Jane reached between her legs, bending over. "I need you, dad."
"No, baby. I got one more load, and it's for mom. You got me already. You need to fuck your brother."
Bob, groaning, plunged deep and came in his mother's pussy. Jane sighed. "That's two, daddy. It's gonna take forever to get him to cum again."
I spanked her ass as she walked towards Bob. "If you're lucky."
Jane laughed as she pulled her brother into her arms. I stood over my wife. "You owe me, woman." Susan laughed and spread her legs. Her son's cum ran out of her pussy. "Don't mind going second?"
I flipped her over. She got up on her knees. I slapped her ass. "I left cum in our daughter. It's only fair."
"Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me while our kids fuck and watch."
What a trip. Fucking my wife while our kids fuck. I love this life. I didn't last long, and neither did Bob. His sister yelling shit at him probably put him over the top. She loves to talk during sex. I rammed deep and filled my wife's pussy while Bob grunted his load into our daughter. I got up. Jane shoved me out of the way, rolled her mom over, and lay on her, burying her face between her mother's legs. While Susan sucked her daughter's pussy. Bob stood next to me. "Dad, is this okay?"
I put my arm around his shoulder. "We're all adults, and anything is okay. But what happens between family, stays between family."
Susan moaned, cumming in her daughter's mouth. Bob looked at me. "So, this isn't a one-off?"
I headed for the kitchen. "Fuck no, son. Let's have a beer, and I'll explain 'free use.'
Well, maybe not yet, but she's trying.
Yes, yes, I can hear you all out there. All those different points of view. 1. 'He's taking your place as the alpha male, and you'll be in his room soon.' 2. 'You're not enough for her, you limp wimp.' 3. 'Your wife is a sick slut.' 4.'You need to call her out and stop this.' 5. And, of course, 'you need to catch them and join them.'
So, rather than state that all those points of view are bullshit, I'll talk about what I'm seeing and experiencing.
Susan, my wife, and I live in a medium-sized city. We have two children. Jane, our oldest at twenty-four, moved out to attend college and now lives on the other side of town. Our son Bob is a senior in high school and will be attending one of the colleges here in the city. He lives with us.
Now, about that wimp in the bedroom thing. Susan is a voracious and energetic lover. My wife is tall and curvy with a full head of raven black hair and a pair of tits made for fucking. She fucks me like a nymphomaniac that just escaped from a convent. We had our room soundproofed years ago if that tells you anything. She's in her forties now and hitting her peak. We fuck all the time and all over the place. Bobs caught us a few times. No, he didn't stay and watch.
So, I noticed that Susan is wearing different and less clothing. Not crazy, but breakfast attire now has no long flannel robe. It's one of my tees, long, hangs over her perfect ass, and a thong, usually still full of our cum. Bob noticed, and now he hugs Mom more often, and she pecks him on the lips.
Bob is a great son. But he is introverted and awkward. He'd probably show up on the spectrum if we had him tested, but I don't trust that shit. I'll bet they all show up on the spectrum. It's all about money. He's never had a date. Big surprise, he's a gamer. I think Susan is aiming to change that.
Why not speak up? Because I think it's fucking exciting that they are doing this dance and think I don't know. Susan is just as good a lover, better now if that's possible. I think she is into the wicked idea of sneaky incest. I understand. I've had urges. So here I am, the perverted voyeur wondering if my son will respond and reaping the harvest of a guilty wife.
It's Monday. I wrapped up my work early. My routine is to stop by the lounge in the hotel next door. The place is dead this time of day, which is what I like after a hectic day.
My stopover also gives Susan and Bob a little time to perhaps move things along. I need to devise a strategy to keep track of the progress.
The place was practically empty. I took a booth, set up my laptop, and shopped for surveillance gear. Oh, this is going to be fun.
"I don't know why you guys don't just stay at your desk instead of killing the vibe here."
Mid-twenties. Curvy, blond, full-sleeve tattoo. Smiling. My waitress. She must be new. The usual girl is older than me and, well, used up. This was a delightful improvement. I smiled back. "You give this place more vibe than it deserves."
"Why, thank you. I think." She said, warming to my compliment.
"You're welcome...."
"Becky."
"You're welcome, Becky. I could use a Stella if you please."
As Becky walked away, I was back in college. An awkward freshman. A girl who looked a little like Becky took a liking to me and turned me from awkward to confident. After one semester, she left the school and broke all contact with me. There were rumors. Then I met Susan.
So, I had an idea. My wife is pursuing a personal agenda. I'm going to have some fun too. I haven't thought about another woman since I got married, and I'm wondering if I still have it. My wedding ring is at the jeweler getting polished, so I appear available. I'll just flirt until it looks like I could seal the deal and then back off. But I'm going to need a story.
"So, what kind of scumbag boss has his employees working during cocktail hour when they should be overtipping their waitress for amazing service?" Becky was back with my beer.
"Well, that would be me. I'm a private investigator. And you're cute and fun, but all you've done is get me a beer. Quickly, but with a bit of sass." Me smiling, using my charming 'I want to fuck you' voice.
Becky bumped her hip against my shoulder. "I'm not sassy. Teenage girls are sassy. I'm feisty."
I leaned back, put my hand to my chin, looking thoughtful. "Feisty. Yeah, I went out with a feisty girl once,"
Becky waved her finger. "You're my father's age."
I laughed. "Ouch. You lost points towards the big tip."
"Ha! If I wanted to do that, I'd be rich."
She peered at my screen filled with the Amazon page of surveillance cameras. "So, who do you work for, looking up that shit?"
"I shouldn't say. Confidentiality and all, but since you're so feisty, I can't resist."
Becky laughed. "Why can't you be my age? You're funny."
"The guys in your generation are stupid. If I was your age, I'd chase you from horizon to horizon until you agreed to a date."
Becky put her hand on my shoulder. It felt nice. "Oh, and I bet you'd make it a memorable date."
"Never on the first date. You need to let the mutual desire build."
Becky fanned herself. "Okay, enough of that, whew. So, can you give me a hint?"
"Sure, why not. You aren't going to tell anyone. I got hired by a husband who thinks his wife wants to fuck another guy."
Becky rolled her eyes. "Wow, like that never happens."
I looked up at her and smiled. "It's their son."
"Whoa! Get the fuck outa here. Really?"
"You're not grossed out?"
Becky stood up. "No, Should I be? Are you? I mean unless he's a little kid."
"He's eighteen."
Becky waved her hand. "Oh, okay. No, I'm really a do what you want kinda girl. Consenting adults and all. I guess it doesn't bother you? Hey, if you put spy cams in, you're gonna see...."
"No, doesn't bother me. I know people who have done incest, and yeah, I will see if they consummate the mother-son relationship."
Becky snorted, "consummate, too funny." as she left to take care of her other table. I ordered the gear and happily noted it was on a two-day ship.
I went home early for the next two days to put the chill on. I didn't want to let things get going before I could watch. Susan was her usual self in bed. A new thing. She wanted me to fuck her ass. That's not new. The new part was the dildo in her pussy while I fucked her ass. The girl has plans.
Day one of 'operation-fuck the son.' I was in my booth in the lounge, laptop open, checking the time. Bob should be walking in the door at home any minute. I made sure to remind Susan I'd be home at seven. Nice and precise. Now, let's see if I'm right.
"You spyin?" Becky, over my shoulder.
"Yup, got em all installed. Smoke detectors, every room."
"Even the bathroom?"
I laughed. "Nah, somethings you don't need to see."
Becky laughed, got me my beer. "Hey, so what's your name?"
"Jim."
Becky shifted from foot to foot, nervous. 'So, I know I'm not supposed to, but this is kinky, and I'd never tell anyone, but."
I was looking at the screen. Bob had just gotten home. "You want to watch, you devil." I looked up. Becky's face was red.
"Sorry, that was wrong. But I have no boyfriend, and all I do is work...."
"I get it, Becky. I'm single too. We're adults here. You've set the rules. So, instead of a tip, or a date, I'll let you peek."
My cock was hard. Having a stranger watch my son and wife, not knowing the truth. Becky getting wet watching my family. I'm a perv and loving it. Besides, I'm helping a horny kid get off. Public service, right? And who knows? Maybe I'll break a rule or two.
Becky, still blushing. "Thanks. I'm pitiful."
I touched her hand. "Not hardly, kiddo. I think you have a wild streak under that calm exterior."
Becky walked away, mumbling. "Oh fuck."
Why am I doing this? Sharing? I thought about it. Yeah, I like having this kid like me, being tempted. But I'm doing it for my ego. I'm clever and smart, and I want someone to know it. I'm a perv, and I want someone to watch. Maybe I'm a cuckold too? Oh, and I'm having the best time of my life.
So, if you've read any mom-son stories on here, you'll know that sometimes the son is a little dense. That's my boy. Just like me at that age. Horny and clueless. He's a handsome young man. Sometimes they're called twinks. I watched for two days as Susan touched more, wore less, kissed him closer to his mouth. The cameras were excellent, and I could zoom in. The shocked look mixed with the bulge in his pants when his braless mother hugged him in only a tank top, rubbing her body on him. I would have been fucking her on the floor. Oh wait, I do that now.
My co-conspirator kept asking, and I told her, not yet. It takes time.
Friday, I left the house early. I've been doing that since Susan likes to tease Bob over breakfast, and I like to watch it in my office in real time. She rubs on him. Kisses him lightly on the lips, bends over, showing him her panty-clad ass. The cameras and microphones are so good I can watch my son's cock get hard in his briefs. Not my thing, but still, I gotta laugh. Come on, son, make a move.
Well, today, Susan upped her game. After I left, she changed into what I call her after-sex robe. It's a silky thing with a lot of Asian symbols. It barely covers her ass. Her hair is a mess. That tells me she's been masturbating. As I watch, she's moving around the kitchen alone. She has her head cocked. It's comical. She's listening for the squeaky stair, so she'll know when Bob is coming for breakfast. I hear the squeak. Susan looks towards the doorway and loosens the belt on her robe. It's going to open as soon as she moves. I assume she's naked under it.
Bob comes in, rubbing his eyes. He's got loose PJs on. Susan has her back to him, and I watch as he stops short and stares. I snort. I can fucking see his dick growing. Oh, this will be fun.
Our son sits at the table, almost missing the chair because he won't take his eyes off his mother. Still puttering over his breakfast, Susan opens the fridge and bends down to get the milk. I hear Bob gasp. I was right. Susan has nothing under the robe, and when she bends over, Bob has a perfect view of his mother's vagina and butthole neatly framed by a fringe of black pubic hair. I'm hard. My horny wife makes a show of 'looking' for something and finally stands up. Bob is rubbing his cock through his PJ pants.
Susan turns and pretends to be surprised. "Oh, you're up early." She says. I'm laughing. He wasn't before, but he sure as shit is now, me too. And he's right on his usual time for breakfast also.
Now that knot on the robe. The knot my wife loosened as she heard our son. It's just a loose, single overhand, and it is losing the battle with my wife's incredible tits and hard round ass.
As she turns from the counter, coffee in one hand and Bob's breakfast in the other, oh my, the knot slips, the robe opens, and my son gets the full frontal of his mother, who pretends not to notice.
She bends over in front of him, her nipples hard as rocks, and I'm sure her lust scent is in the air. My son has one hand in his lap, stroking his cock under the table as he stares at his mom's naked body.
Susan stands back up and 'notices' that her robe has opened -- Oh my. This is a fucking riot.
She makes no attempt to re-tie the belt. "Oh damn, that knot came loose. I'm sorry, Bob. You had to look at your old mom's saggy body."
Bob, still staring, mumbles. "You look nice, mom, "He loads up his spoon with sugar flakes.
"Oh, that's nice, son. You think mom's okay? Even if I don't shave like the girls your age?"
While she speaks, she runs her hand over her breast, down her front, and over her pubic hair. Bob's spoon misses his mouth, and cereal is all over the place.
"Oh, my," Susan says as she goes to get a towel, and somehow, that loose robe falls off. I'm laughing like hell. This is like lousy porn, and my poor son is clueless.
Susan goes over and yanks Bob's PJ shirt off. "Let's get this off you. It's covered." That was one spoonful of cereal. Now my wife 'suddenly notices' that her eighteen-year-old son has a raging boner. She looks right at the tent in his PJ pants. "Did I cause that?"
She's naked, leaning over her son, her big tits nearly in his face. 'Did I cause that?' She's killin' me.
"Sorry, mom. Yeah, kinda."
"Well, stand up. We need to get those wet pants off you."
Poor Bob doesn't know what to do. He gets up, trying to keep his hands covering his boner. Susan ignoring his plight. "Well, get them off. I'll need to wash them."
As his mother watches, Bob slips his fingers under the waistband of his PJ pants and pushes them down, letting his hard cock free. He bends over, picks them up, and hands them to mom, who tosses them in a chair.
"Baby, you can't go to school in that condition. I feel responsible."
Bob, mumbling. "It's okay, mom. It'll go down."
Susan, the caring mom. "Well, that could take a while. I think you need to-- you know."
Bob stares at his mother. She shrugs. "Son, I know you masturbate. Everybody does. I do. It's no big deal. I'll even help a little."
Bob stares, his cock flinching so damn hard it has to hurt. "I'll go to my room," he mumbles.
Susan moves closer. "It's okay to do it here. Would you like to touch me while you do it? Since it's my fault, you got so hard?"
Bob's eyes go wide. "Really? What about dad?"
Susan takes his hand and gently places it on her nipple. "It'll be our secret. Go ahead. Mommy wants to watch."
The light finally comes on for my son. He takes his cock, which is pretty impressive, about the same size as mine, and masturbates, while caressing his mother's nipples.
"That's nice, baby. You're making mom feel good."
"You feel nice, mom. I like this."
"You can touch mommy anywhere."
Bob looks right at his mother's neatly trimmed black bush. "Anywhere?"
She takes his hand and drags it along her abdomen. "Yes, baby. You can touch mommy's pussy. It's very wet."
Bob puts his hand over his mother's pussy. "Wow, you're really wet, mom."
She runs her hand through her son's hair. "You do that to me. I love watching my son masturbate. I've already had one orgasm."
"Oh, fuck, mom. I can't hold back."
"On me, baby. Cum all over mommy."
Like a fucking firehose. I laughed as a fat rocket of cum jetted out and painted a line from Susan's navel to her chin. Bob panting and pounding his cock, shot twice more, re-covering the same area. He stepped back, still holding his cock.
"I'm so sorry, mom. I couldn't help it."
Susan ran her finger through the mess of cum that covered her. "This is just another way of showing mom how much you love her. Now run up and get ready for school."
Bob takes off, and my wife scoops up his cum and licks her fingers till she is mostly clean. As she does that, she puts a foot up on a chair and rubs her clit, coming in record time. I can see her orgasm running down the inside of her thighs.
I had to go to the men's room and watch the last bit again as I jacked a load. Fuckin hottest thing I've ever seen.
My ass isn't even in the booth when Becky is over me. "Well?"
I smile at her. "Bingo. She crossed the bridge."
Becky's eyes go wide. "So, tell."
"Give me your email, I'll give you the link."
"You'd do that? I could copy that and send it anywhere."
I smiled. "No, the file can't be copied, and if you try to record it with your phone, it'll be all cloudy. It's some geek thing."
Becky is shifting from foot to foot, looking around. "You sure? I know I asked, but...."
"Would you like to see?"
"I'm so fucking pitiful and sick, but yeah."
Becky, blushing hard, gave me her number and then went off to get her other tables. Business had picked up in this place. All guys. I think they're coming to see her. Tough luck, guys.
I send the link. I watch Becky as she feels her phone vibrate. She checks it, doesn't look at me, and heads for the back. I sip my beer and wait. My cock gets hard picturing this twenty-something girl rubbing her pussy while watching my wife and son masturbate. This is so much fun.
Becky was back in about twenty minutes. As she walks up, I swear I can smell her excitement.
"Was it a good one?" I ask, looking at my laptop. I glance up. Becky's eyes are bugged out.
"I can't believe you said that!"
I laugh lightly. "Come on, Becky. We're both adults. We both know why you wanted to see it. What do you think I did when I watched it?"
She waves her hands. "TMI, Jim," Laughing. Then she stops. "Hey, you don't have some sneaky thing on my phone that turns the camera on or anything?"
I look right at her. "No. That's creepy and a huge violation of trust. I'm getting paid for this, and the client knows. Well, he doesn't know about you watching. That's just the old guy helping out a horny girl."
"You make me sound pitiful."
"Not hardly, Becky. You're human, that's all."
She cocks a wry smile. "You're getting off. Knowing what this does to me."
"Maybe. If you don't mind."
Becky smiles, her shoulders drop, relaxed. "No, I don't mind. I guess we're a couple of pervs. Just keep it mental there, dad."
"So, you won't mind if I send more? If it keeps going."
Becky leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. "I'll kill you if you don't."
We laughed as she walked away.
It's the weekend. I made sure to be at home. I had a very good time watching my son and wife always circling each other with one eye on me. Susan knows I'm a light sleeper and she's smart enough to not take chances. Instead, she let me fuck every one of her holes. I pretended not to notice that the door was cracked open, and Bob stood in the dark of the hall, masturbating.
Monday at breakfast. Everybody is dressed, of course, but my son can't keep his eyes off his mother, who keeps watching me. I wanted to out them right there, but I knew I'd have more fun watching.
I'd gotten a motel room for the day. If I know my wife, she's gonna go for a while. I left, telling Susan I may be back if my meeting was canceled. You should have seen their faces. That was just a stall, so I'd have time to get to the room and set up.
Sixty-inch flat screen with my laptop hooked in, headphones on, naked. I was ready. Sent a text. The meeting is on, and then we have to tour the new plant. May be late tonight. Love you.
The cameras have microphones, good ones. Watching her read my message, smiling. As he gets up, the cameras switch. They're motion-sensitive. Up the stairs to Rob's room. He's on his bed. He changed from school clothes back into his PJs. Clever wife. If I come back, she can say he's not feeling well. He's gaming; looks up when mom opens the door. Susan smiles, she's got her robe untied, and her body is on display. Bob stops and stares. "Hi, mom. You look pretty."
Susan says, "Hey, baby. Dad's gonna be gone all day. Let's go to my room and have some fun."
'Really, mom?"
Susan drops the robe. "Really. Today you're gonna lose your virginity to your mother and more."
Bob sat there for a second. Then leaped out of bed and ran out the door. I switched to the camera in our room. Susan, standing, waiting as Bob ran in. "slow down, son. We have all day." She hands him a pill and a cup of water. "What's this, mom?" Susan smiles. "A sex pill that will keep my boy coming all day long."
I'm lying on the motel bed, naked and stroking just enough. I want to cum when my son fills his mom's pussy with his cum.
"Now, take your clothes off for mommy."
Finally getting it, Bob slides his hands up his trim abdomen, pushing his shirt. Susan rubs her nipples. "Mmmmmm, nice, baby."
Bob tosses the shirt aside and slides his fingers under the waistband of his PJ pants. His erection tenting the light cotton, a dark wet spot at the tip. "These too?" He asks. The young man learns fast. He's teasing his mother.
Susan's hand is now between her legs. I can faintly hear the liquid slosh of her fingers in her pussy. "Yes, baby. Show mommy your hard fucking cock.
He drops the pants, kicks them aside. "Come to mommy, my boy."
They merge. Susan angles her head, and their lips meet. My wife wastes no time. Mouth open, she wraps her arms around her son and makes out. He catches on instantly. His hands are all over his mother's body. Feeling stroking, grasping. They are both moaning. Susan disengages. She gets on the bed, shoves a pillow under her perfect ass, and spreads her legs. "Baby, I wanted the teach you how to lick a woman. I wanted to suck your cock. But you got me so horny. Come up here and put that hard cock in mommy. Fuck me, son. Fuck mommy."
Bob gets between his mother's legs. She takes his dripping cock in her hand and places him at her entrance. "Stick it in, baby."
Bob sort of falls over Susan as he moves his hips and shoves his cock into his mother's pussy. "Oh, so good," Susan says. Bob moans, "Oh, mommy. I've wanted to do this for so long." Now he's humping away. I know just how he feels. Susan has an amazing pussy.
Susan has her hand between them. She's rubbing her clit. She knows he won't last the first time, and he doesn't. "Oh, mommy, I can't help it."
Susan, rubbing hard. "Go ahead, baby. Cum in mommy."
Bob's eyes cross as he plunges in and holds. I can see his young, firm ass clenching as he pumps his cum into his mother. I blew all over my chest. Wow, that was a good one.
Bob is lying on top of his mother. There's a sheen of sweat on his back. Susan caresses him. "Keep going, baby. Keep fucking mom."
Bob props himself up, and I watch his ass move back and forth. "Oh, mom, I'm still hard." Susan rubs his back. "That's because you're young. Now give it to mom hard."
"Really?" Bob asks.
"Yes, baby. Fuck your mom as hard as you can. I want it."
Susan knows that Bob will last a while now. She wants hers, and she gets it. Bob railed her for a half hour. Susan coming and coming; both of them a sweaty mess. She showed him other positions. Bob's cock never went soft. Finally, behind his mother, his hands clamping her hips as he drove his teenage cock into his mother's vagina, he came. Gasping, groaning, his ass clenching. "Ohhhhh fukkkkkk mom."
Susan, her hands gripping the sheets in which her face is buried, moans back, "Oh yes, baby, you sure did."
Bob lay on the bed next to Susan. Her legs open. I can see Bob's cum leaking out of her. She rolls to her side and kisses him. "No regrets, son?" Bob puts his arms around her. "No, mom. But what about dad?"
Susan gets up and grabs the towel she had hung on a chair. Rubbing the sweat off her body as she spoke. "I will tell daddy, just not right now. How would you feel about having him join us?"
"Really?" He asked.
I'm thinking, is that the only answer he knows?
Susan tossed him the towel. "Yes, baby. Think about it while we shower."
Back on the bed after a fast shower. Susan back on the pillow. "Time to learn how to lick pussy, baby."
"Really?" Bob says. I roll my eyes. "But, mom, I just, you know."
Susan reclined her ass on the pillow, her pussy wide open, wet and needy. Her trimmed black bush glistened with their combined juices. "Just what, son?"
"You know, I umm...."
"Robert, you just fucked your mother. You came twice inside your mother's vagina. I think you can speak more clearly."
Bob took a deep breath. "Yes, mom, I came in you twice. Now you want me to put my mouth down there. I'll taste my cum. There. Is that better?"
Usan smiled. "Much. Yes, you will. Your father does it all the time. Women, well, the right women will love you for it; like me, it will make them want you even more. Now, would you please lick mom's pussy?"
"Yeeeessss, mother," Bob replies, mocking her. I like it, he's getting into this now. He moves between her legs and pauses. "Mom, I don't know what to do?"
Susan caresses his head. "Do you like ice cream cones, son?" "Yes." Susan gently presses the back of our son's head. "Then treat mom's pussy like an ice cream cone."
My son, the wise guy. "But mom, it looks like it melted already."
Susan laughs and smacks him lightly on the head. "Smartass. Lick mom's pussy."
If he had any second thoughts, they didn't last long. After a tentative lick, he dove in. With Susan's coaching, soon she was cumming all over his face. He pressed her legs open wider and had his hands pinching her nipples. Susan came and came.
"Inside, son. Two fingers, in deep and to the front. You'll feel the spot. Make mom squirt."
Our son is introverted, not stupid. He knew exactly where to put his fingers.
"Oh fuck, son, yes, yes, oh fuck."
Susan writhed on the bed, arching her hips to try and get more pressure on her G spot. Her hands clenched. I knew the signal.
"Pull out! Pull out!" She cried.
Bob yanked his handout like it was scalded and Susan howled as a hard jet of her orgasm shot out. Bob, to my surprise, dove in and covered her pussy with his mouth as the second eruption flew into his mouth, filling it and bursting out. He swallowed and stayed for two smaller ones until Susan gently pressed his head away. "That's it, son. Mom's done cumming for now."
Bob got off the bed, his cock hard as iron. Susan noticed. "Hmmm, I still have work to do." She lay on the bed, on her back. Her head draped over the side. "Come fuck mom's mouth, son."
Bob stepped up and gently slid his erection into his mother's mouth. It wasn't long before Susan had her hand around the base of her son's cock to keep him from choking her. Bob held her head. "Oh, fuck mom, this feels good."
Susan's other hand wrapped around our son's ass. "Oh, mom!" Bob cried out as her finger slid into her son's hole. "Ohhhh, fuuuck, mom!"
I watched his young ass clench as he orgasmed into his mother's mouth. She gulped and panted, taking every last bit. Bob backed up, covered in sweat and panting. "Wow, mom. I am so glad we did this."
So was I. I'd cum twice more watching them. I'd never done that in that short a time. They showered together. I wasn't worried. For all the off-the-hook lust of my wife, she doesn't like shower sex.
They stayed naked and made lunch. Susan asked how Bob felt and all that and my son quickly made it clear he had no problem having sex with his mother and looked forward to having sex with her at any opportunity. She explained that they had to be careful and that after she told dad Bob would have to share her with me and get used to being next to his father naked since she wants us to DP her. Bob was surprised but agreed. What choice did he have? He'll learn. Nobody says no to Susan.
They put a big beach towel on the couch and watched a movie. Then Susan switched to porn and in no time, Bob was between his mother's legs, licking her pussy. He pushed her legs back and Susan squealed. "You're licking my butt hole!" Bob looked up. "Is that okay, mom?"
"Oh, fuck yes, son. You can put your cock up mom's ass if you want."
"Really?" He replied. I swear I'm gonna smack that kid.
"Yes, baby. Go into mom's room, to my table. Get the lube and another towel, just in case."
Bob was back in seconds. While his mother gently masturbated, he lubed up his cock. When he was done, Susan rolled over on the couch, presenting her trim, round ass to her son. "Use lots, baby. Take your time."
He did. By the time Susan said, "Enough, son. Put your cock up your mother's ass." She had cum twice just from having her ass fingered. I pinched my cock to keep from cumming. Bob moved behind his mother, and I zoomed in. My son's erection filled the screen as the tip touched his mother's shiny star. I could hear her panting, "Slowly, baby. Push till you feel the head of your wonderful cock pop in, then just hold. Let mom get used to you."
"Okay, mom."
They both panted as Bob applied pressure, progressively harder until, with a collective moan, the head of my son's cock entered his mother's asshole. I came. Bob pushed slowly and soon had all his cock in.
"Oh fuck, mom. This is amazing. I thought your pussy was tight."
Susan grunts every time Bob hits her. "I love your cock up my ass, baby. Fuck me. Fuck mom's ass, baby."
Susan had one hand under her, rubbing her clit as her son filled her ass. She'd quake every few minutes and I was the trail of her cum running down her leg. I made a note to have the rugs shampooed next week.
"Mom, mom, I'm gonna cum."
Susan panted through another orgasm. "Fill mom's ass, baby."
My son rammed his hips against his mother's, gripped her hips until his nails went white and came, the hard, trim flanks of his ass flexing as he unloaded into the most forbidden place. He stopped. His cock still up his mom's butt.
"Best ever, mom."
"Me too, baby. Let mom up. We need another shower, lunch, and a nap."
By now it was afternoon. I'd had enough so I shut everything down. The system was set to record anyway and went to the office for a few hours.
Monday afternoon, I settle into my booth. Becky is right there.
"Something happened. I can see it on your face, Jim."
I'm grinning. "Yeah. My client left early Saturday morning to play golf. His wife had another game in mind."
Becky stood there. I waited long enough to get to uncomfortable. I touched my phone on the table. Waited. She flinched.
"Thank you," she said. Turning and leaving.
I watched Becky check her phone and head for the ladies' room. I smiled. I knew what she was going to do.
I went home. Everybody looked very satisfied and very tired. Susan claimed that she wasn't feeling well, so I got a raincheck on sex. I was wondering if she'd ask me to go down on her, knowing I'd be tasting my son. I did get a good night's sleep.
A text from Becky. "Oh, my fucking gawd! Thank you. Oh, and I have a big favor to ask. Check your Email.
At work Tuesday I read Becky's offer. I was comfortable with it. Yes, it was cheating, but I have an edge and I know this is a one-off so I'm sure that my wife will understand and find the whole kinky thing hot.
Tuesday afternoon. I stood in the hall, held my phone, and took a selfie, the numbered door in the background. Her rules. I heard the lock on the door click. Becky opened the door. Loose shorts and a tank top. Her nipples hard. Biting her lip. "You okay with this?"
I stepped in. "Sure. I'll tell you; I've done weirder stuff."
She exhaled loudly, "Okay, thanks. Give me three minutes."
Becky walked down the hall, went into the bedroom, and shut the door. I looked around the kitchen, pictures of her, and her brother. One picture of Becky, her brother, and their mom. I looked closely and touched the picture. My phone vibrated. "Ready."
The blinds were already down. I took off my clothes, shut off the lights, and felt my way down the hall. My cock was rigid. I wanted to laugh. Needy girl. Won't do an older guy, but she's desperate. Hey, a hit's a hit, right?
Her offer was one-sided. She wanted me to lick her pussy, make her cum till she touched my head to stop. Me being naked wasn't mentioned, but I can't lick pussy in clothes.
I opened the door, slipped in, and closed it. That stuff about how your remaining senses are heightened when one is compromised is true. The scent of her excitement drifted in the air. I heard her move on the bed. The room was beyond dark. I shuffled my feet till I nudged the side of the bed. Becky moved again, the smooth sound of cotton and a foot reaching, touching me.
I'm standing naked in a pitch-dark bedroom, holding a girl's foot. I was beyond excited. She sighed as I slipped my mouth over her toe, licking it. Her body quivered. I kissed down her foot, over her ankle. I could hear her breathing now. The room felt warmer. As I kissed her leg, I ran my hand over her knee and halfway up her thigh, teasing. Becky gasped and quivered again. That's two, and I'm not even licking her pussy.
I kissed my way up her thigh, picturing what her open wet pussy would look like. Only the third I'd ever had. My fingers drifted to the top of her thigh. She's trimmed. I ran my finger up the crease between her vagina and her thigh, over the top, brushing her clit and down the other side. Becky gasping now. It's time.
I pressed my face over her pussy and plunged my tongue inside her. She howled and orgasmed, but it was muffled. She must have a pillow over her face. I ate her. I ate her twenty-something pussy like it was the last one I'd ever have. I held her down as I sucked her clit and fingered her G-spot. She came over and over. Her flow soaked the sheet under us and covered my face.
She touched my head. I paused. She said something. I was shocked but happy. I moved up over her. My cock left a trail of pre-cum on her thigh. Propped over her, our faces nearly touching. I whispered.
"Are you sure?"
My erection nestled at her entrance. The room was warm. Her body soft and young. Her breathing, our breathing, deep and needy.
I felt her arm move out, then her phone display glowed with just enough light. I looked into Jane's eyes as she said in a hoarse whisper. "Do it, daddy."
I filled my daughter's vagina. The nastiest and hottest act I have ever performed. Jane talked and came.
"So good, daddy. I've wanted this forever. Sorry, I tricked you."
Her orgasm interrupted her. I was fucking my daughter as hard as I could. I stopped, flipped her over, pulled up her hips. She kept talking.
"Yeah, dad. From behind. Fuck me. Fuck your nasty incestuous daughter."
I couldn't hold back. "I'm going to fill my little girl's cunt."
"Do it, dad. Do it. Fuck me. Cum in me."
I lay on the bed next to my daughter.
"So, now that we've wrecked the bed, where's Becky?"
Jane trailed a finger over my chest. "She slipped out while your daughter was cumming all over your face."
I ran my hands over my daughter's body. "So, tell me."
Jane explained wanting me and her frustration when I wouldn't make a move. She met Becky in an incest chat room. Jane knew my routine. My office is near her apartment. Confessing her lust to Becky, who suggested a plan.
Jane rolled over me, our sweat mixing. "So, dad, we gonna do this again?"
I gently rolled her off me and got up. "Yes, but right now. I need to get home."
Susan and Bob entered the living room. It was parent-teacher night, so I knew they hadn't had any fun today. I'd hung around this morning till Bob left for school, and Susan had gone to the school while Bob was still there.
They were talking. My car was in the driveway, so they knew I was home.
Conversation stopped. The two of them just stared. I can't say as I blame them. I was naked.
But what kept their attention was my naked daughter sitting on my cock, fucking me. Jane giggled.
"So, you two gonna just watch, or are you going to join us?"
My son and wife stood there, still in shock. Jane got off my cock and walked to her brother.
"It's better than stealing my panties, bro. I left them for dad, but I know you used them."
Bob let his sister undress him. Kneeling, starting with his shoes, looking at and then touching the bulge in his jeans. "That for me?" Bob just nodded. Jane stood and worked at her brother's shirt as his fingers found her nipples.
"Mmmm, bro, yes."
I got up, went to my wife. She wouldn't look at me. "You knew."
She kicked off her shoes as I unbuttoned her blouse. "I saw it. Knew it before our poor son had any idea." I pointed up. "The smoke detectors? Cameras, sorry to spy on you."
Susan's blouse slid off her shoulders to the floor. I looked over. Jane was working her brother's jeans down his legs. His erection tenting his white cotton briefs. Susan touched my face. "Forgiven. It is I who should be punished. I should have told you. But you and Jane?"
I kissed my wife as I unclasped her bra and slipped it off. Jane had her brother naked and held his cock in her hand. "Bigger than the last time I saw it."
I kissed Susan again as I unbuttoned her skirt. "And I should have said something. But I liked it. I got so hard watching you seduce our son and then coming home and fucking you. Jane pursued me. I'll tell all later."
My fingers released the last button. "I have no panties," Susan whispered as her skirt fell away. My hand moved between her legs, touching her trimmed bush, "Why, my dear?"
Susan took my hard cock in her hand. "Because if you weren't home yet, I was going to flip up my skirt and have our son fuck me while we watched for you."
I hugged and caressed the most important person in my life while we watched Jane, on her knees, suck her brother's cock. He'd cum the second her lips touched his cock. Now he was working on number two. Susan sighed. "It's beautiful."
I let my finger probe my wife's asshole. "In a perverted way," I whispered in Susan's ear. "She likes girls too."
Susan moved out of my arms and took Bob's hand. Jane stood. "Son, it's time to give them a show."
I stood behind my daughter. My hard cock nestled lengthwise between her legs, my hands cupping her breasts, watching Bob, on top, vigorously fuck his mother. Susan looking right at me, yelling, "fuck mom's pussy, son."
Jane reached between her legs, bending over. "I need you, dad."
"No, baby. I got one more load, and it's for mom. You got me already. You need to fuck your brother."
Bob, groaning, plunged deep and came in his mother's pussy. Jane sighed. "That's two, daddy. It's gonna take forever to get him to cum again."
I spanked her ass as she walked towards Bob. "If you're lucky."
Jane laughed as she pulled her brother into her arms. I stood over my wife. "You owe me, woman." Susan laughed and spread her legs. Her son's cum ran out of her pussy. "Don't mind going second?"
I flipped her over. She got up on her knees. I slapped her ass. "I left cum in our daughter. It's only fair."
"Fuck me, Jim. Fuck me while our kids fuck and watch."
What a trip. Fucking my wife while our kids fuck. I love this life. I didn't last long, and neither did Bob. His sister yelling shit at him probably put him over the top. She loves to talk during sex. I rammed deep and filled my wife's pussy while Bob grunted his load into our daughter. I got up. Jane shoved me out of the way, rolled her mom over, and lay on her, burying her face between her mother's legs. While Susan sucked her daughter's pussy. Bob stood next to me. "Dad, is this okay?"
I put my arm around his shoulder. "We're all adults, and anything is okay. But what happens between family, stays between family."
Susan moaned, cumming in her daughter's mouth. Bob looked at me. "So, this isn't a one-off?"
I headed for the kitchen. "Fuck no, son. Let's have a beer, and I'll explain 'free use.'
