Part 01
Their son's lust first turns dad on, then mom, and turns into a complex ménage of obsession.
by Oediplex 8==3~
Secrets are revealed and lusts surface
Mandy Kincaid was pleased with how her husband Harry was fucking her. It was hot and heavy, hard and sweaty and she had cum twice already. Harry was verging on his eruption, and was going to take her with him, into a glorious third time. His pounding prick drove her into her, as he hadn't done in years. It was wonderful. But it made her wonder, what had released the demon lover in her spouse? Then Harry blasted into her, with a great throbbing cum, and she sailed over the moon in a wonderful peak, that drove every thought from her mind, and filled her brain with the electrical storm of sexual pleasure.
Only afterward, as her husband lay beside her snoring, as she was drifting off to sleep, did the question resurface. But by then, she was too tired to hold the thread of the thought. She dreamed a stream of wild, but happy scenes; until her mother popped up from somewhere in her subconsciousness. Just like when she was a young girl, her mother took a lecturing tone of voice, and repeated words that had been heard in real life, except that her mother was gone, and Mandy was herself now older. Still, the strident tones were almost as if Mandy's matriarch were present in the room, and making another of her warnings about men.
"Amanda, you listen to what I'm saying, and remember it! If he brings flowers, or a present for no reason, take heed. If out of the blue he gets frisky, when he was more sedate of late, then there is another woman for sure. Just like your father. If he is up for making whoopy, when he comes back from being away, he's been up to no good, and cheating on you. Sure as the sun rises, he has some floozy fiddling with his stalk, and you're getting the left-over energy; until he leaves you for her, and you don't get nothin', not even support. Men ain't to be trusted, especially when they act out of character."
And that was when she woke up. The morning light filtering through the curtains, and uncertainty seeping into her mind. A niggling little doubt, made the pondering in her waking awareness, become a creeping insecurity in her heart. Harry had recently returned from a trip. But he had taken their son, Jack, with him; so her brain countered the doubts. Surely he wouldn't have been seeing a mistress there, that was the first time he had ever gone to Schenectady. But, what if he got a prostitute? Not with our eighteen year old boy, Jack, along; the debate was made in her head. Had he gone off with a hooker, to a sleazy room? This whole line of thinking was crazy, Harry wasn't like that. Her hubby was nothing like her father had been, a womanizing, no-account, who had left them for a redhead, and never sent a cent back, of financial help.
But still, he hadn't been gone but four days, what was up? Beside that thick dick of his. Not that she was complaining about the royal drubbing he had given her pussy. But it was like he had taken Viagra, or some aphrodisiac that sparked the sex drive into high gear. Should she ask him, or leave well enough alone? Men were so touchy, about their manliness. Fragile egos might be bruised, and then no more 'Mr. He-man' in bed. She had read it in Cosmo, and they talked about that on "The View", her morning TV show, just the other day. But Dr. Phil said the key to good relationships, and indeed good sex, was communication between spouses. So she determined to ask him. Right after she fixed him his favorite breakfast. After all, the way to a man's heart etc., and a full stomach couldn't hurt, when it came to wheedling the truth out.
So when her two men were well fed that morning, and young Jack had gone off to see a friend of his, Mandy began to question Harry. "You were a tiger last night!" Start with a compliment, men were susceptible to flattery, even more than gals, she knew. "What got you turned on so hot? Was it my new perfume?" She in fact had put on something she hadn't worn in a while, but was a birthday gift from a couple years ago.
"Yeah, Babe, and I hadn't seen you in days."
Okay, that was not what was going on. "But you were really on top of your game. You made me cum and cum, did you get Viagra, or something from the doctor, and mean to surprise me?"
"No, I didn't need a pill. I was turned on by you, darling, you are so sexy and beautiful; I couldn't help myself."
Enough of this pussyfooting about furious fucking, thought Mandy. "No more than what I have been for the last two years. So what is it Harry, are you having an affair at the office?"
"Jeez! No, Mandy, what the hell gave you that idea?"
"Tell me the truth Harry Kincaid! What's going on? Did you rent a call girl in Schenectady, and with our son there too? Did he know?" A horrifying thought struck her. "You didn't share a whore with Jack, did you? Tell me our child is still a virgin!"
"He is, as far as I know. But really, Honey, nothing happened on our trip. I was in conferences most of the day, Jack went out to the movies in the afternoons. At night we went to a nice restaurant, and then back to the hotel, and watched TV. I had to get up early for the business lectures, and Jack slept late. Ask him, nothing naughty happened, I was - I am faithful to you. I always have been, I always will be. You're just insecure, because of your lousy dad."
He continued, "You know I love you with all my heart, and I worship your sexy body. Honestly!!" He came over, hugged her and kissed her, then kissed her some more, then Frenched her. She could feel him getting stiff. "Jack's gone for a while to his buddy's, you want to have some more fun? How about on the couch?"
"What if Jack comes back unexpectedly? We wouldn't want to shock the kid."
"I don't think that would phase him, to see his folks fucking, after all, he listens outside our door every time he can, to hear us screw. But I know he won't be back for hours, they were going to work on some school project, which they have to finish in a few days." Harry bluffed, about the security of their not being interrupted. Actually, he would not be all that unhappy, if their son caught them 'in flagrante delicti'. But he couldn't confess that, to his spouse.
Mandy was lured into the lurid proposition, by the spontaneity of her hubby's romantic idea. To make love like they were newlyweds, without concern for their whereabouts, or being interrupted by their son. And what if he did come home? They would hear him come in by the kitchen, as he always did. They would have time to scurry upstairs, before he really saw anything. So what if he found a pile of their clothes, on the living room floor? He knew his parents had sex, didn't Harry say he listened outside the door? Though, she wasn't sure she was comfortable about the invasion of privacy, after all, she was rather vocal much of the time when she climaxed.
Even as Mandy was mulling things over, Harry moved her toward the door to the hall, and pulled her robe open. Her hormones flood her body, and she was suddenly damp, and in heat for Harry's hard-on. She got into the spirit of the impromptu raunchy romp, and tugged at his shorts, to make it an equal contest. They stumbled to the living room, boxers around his ankles and her gown nearly tripping them, as it slid off her shoulders to their feet. Now she was naked, and Harry was clad only in his tee shirt, as he suddenly picked her up, and laid her on the sofa. He stripped the last garment in a flash, and dove head first between her thighs, his tongue extended.
She was all for that action, and laughed, until she began very quickly to moan. Harry knew what she liked, loved. He only got her primed though, then moved up speedily to enter her, and began to saw his saber in her already shiny sheath. It was getting really good, when she hear what sounded like the kitchen door opening. SHIT! "I think Jack is back!"
"No, that's not him, gotta be the neighbors." Harry made to misdirect her. He kissed her to take her mind off the noise. But his rhythm picked up, and his grunts were more intense.
"Was that the refrigerator?" There was something that made muffled rattling. But Harry was really banging at Mandy's cunt now, and it distracted her.
A can's pop-top was soft, but clear. Dear God! Jack was home, he would be seeing them any second! Mandy wanted to break, to scramble up the stairs, but her spouse was at full intensity in his plugging, and began to blast her vagina with ejaculate. Despite her fear, of being caught in the act by her son, Mandy felt her cunt clench, and spasm in a really good cum.
"Mom? - Dad?" their boy's voice hailed from the hall.
In a shriek, she pushed off her husband, and ran for the stairs. Harry followed at a slower pace, and found her standing in the bedroom nude, and dripping cum from her crotch. Without a word he turned her, and made her lay on the bed, on her tummy with her legs hanging over and her hind-end raised. He plunged in a frenzy plugging to her vagina, with a boner which seemed like hickory. He was a ravishing beast, not rough but firm, and taking her. She was more than willing, but he was certainly rutting his engorged penis in her heated haven. It was almost as if - but she didn't finish the thought then, as the onset of a huge cum rushed over them both, and she was transported to another plane of existence, for the duration.
Only after the panting, and they crawled on to the mattress, as she was listening to the hoarse gasping of the man she had married for better or worse; and that had been better sex than they had had in quite some years, last night and this morning; did Mrs. Kincaid return to her unfinished thought. It was almost as if . . . what? . . . as if . . he got off on Jack almost catching them. Was it the spice of getting caught? Or some kind of kinky thing about Jack's voyeurism? Definitely something, and Harry was going to come clean with her, before he would cum in her again, she vowed. But now it was time to pop into the shower, and get clean herself. She was messy with sperm, and her own emulsions and sweaty. But her husband was dirty in his thinking, and soon enough, she would get that naughty laundry hanging out!
True to her resolve of the morning, Mandy insisted on more talk, and persisted making her inquest into hubby's hyper-horniness, before he humped her that night. What he finally said that evening in bed with her, she found alarming.
"It's a secret, Babe."
"You're not allowed to keep secrets from your wife!"
"Tit for tat! What did you and Charlotte discuss, when she came over in tears last week?"
"That's different. It's her secret, and she made me promise not to tell a soul."
"It's not that different, it's not my secret to tell."
"Well, who's secret is . . . wait, you took Jack along with you, and came back to be 'Johnny Wadd' in our bedroom. Do you mean to say our son had some kind of secret that makes you a super-stud? How does that work? But that's it, right? It's Jack's secret? It is Jack's secret . . . , but you already told me that he listens at our door when, we are screwing. By the way I think we ought to put a stop to that. What would be something that would affect you so powerfully? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I like it, even if you almost got us to put on a show that would have blown the kid's mind, had he taken two more steps in another few seconds, in the hall this morning."
"It's complicated, and I wouldn't want to violate Jack's trust."
"No, of course not. Well thanks for sharing, though I have more questions now than before." She reached out, and began to stroke him. He put a hand on her breast, and from there they were engaged in the action of marital fun, which both very thoroughly enjoyed. On the other side of the door, Jack too, was enjoying the sounds of their love making. When his mom groaned her pleasure and cried out loudly, as ecstasy overcame her inhibitions and she squealed, climaxing; Jack came too, spurting jism on the floor. He returned to his room. They all slept soundly, after a great night of sex.
Mandy loved secrets, finding out secrets that is, especially dirty secrets, as clearly her son Jack had. After all, she rationalized, if she discovered what it was, then she could use it to turn her husband on, and keep up the sort of spice that had invigorated their love life suddenly. But how to get Jack to tell, since Harry wouldn't, and rightly so. Make his favorite meal? Get him a new electronic gizmo he wanted? She considered her options, as she puttered about in the kitchen, and her son sat eating a sandwich at the table. She notice him ogling her in her shorts and halter top.
Typical teen male she thought. Then she had an inspiration. But it was better done in the evening, as they were all going to bed. She would use one of the oldest tricks in the book, 'the carrot, and the stick'. Or, in her case, the strategy was 'the rod, and the reward', and maybe a little blackmail. But it had to be 'handled', with a delicate touch. And Mandy knew her mothering touch, was just the thing that might open up her boy's mouth, and spill his secrets - and maybe something else? Was she thinking too naughty a plan? Well, after all, Jack wasn't entirely innocent, the ease-dropping scamp!
Harry had gone to the office for the whole day. Jack was gone heavens knows where, for the whole afternoon, school being done since he graduated a few weeks ago. In the evening they had ordered in, Oriental, because Harry had bought a couple bottles of Saki. Warmed as it should be, by the time to turn in rolled around, it had made her a little tipsy. So perhaps she was a bit more relaxed, and uninhibited, than she might have been otherwise. It gave her a feeling both mellow, and sentimental toward her son, and his adolescent secret. It gave her the courage to face her boy, and put her daring plan into action. Otherwise, she might not have been as bold, as she got with him.
That night she told Harry, she would be with him in a little while. She had already put on a sexy night gown, in preparation for her interview with her son. She waited until he had gone back to his room, from brushing his teeth, and then knocked on his door, and entered. She was surprised to see his naked butt hop into bed, and pull the covers up. He had been wearing pajama bottoms, just a moment ago. His nudity reminded her of how athletic, and fit he was. She was proud of her handsome, and mostly well behaved, son. He had stayed out of any serious trouble as a teen, and was conscientious about his chores. His grades were okay, mostly B's.
Mandy sat down on the side of his bed. Her gown was diaphanous, it was warm enough not to need a robe, even so she wore it because she wanted to titillate her son as part of her strategy to get him to spill. He was a bit saucer-eyed, looking at her charms. "Jack, sweetie," she began "I need to know something."
"Sure mom, anything."
"When you were with your father in Schenectady, on his business trip, did he . . . did he bring a woman into the room?" She believed her husband's story now, but this was a ploy. "Did he send you out, while they were together?"
"Jeez! Mom, nothing like that happened! You know dad would never cheat on you. God! He loves you. I love you - I'd beat his butt with a bat, if he pulled anything like that!!"
"Well, that's nice that you would be so defensive of your mom's . . uh . . honor. But what I'm really trying to find out is, why your dad is so . . er . . ferocious in bed, since he came back home. Not that it's not exciting, just that if I knew why, I could - keep the fire stoked, if you get what I mean."
"Yeah! Mom, you guys have really been going at it like gangbusters!" he paused, realizing that he might have let the cat out of the bag, about his nightly surveillance at their door.
"Uh-Huh, your dad did mention, that you were getting an earful, when we were being intimate. I thought we taught you to respect people's privacy?"
"Ahh, sorry mom. I understand, but the temptation was very strong, and you . . you guys sound like you're really having a lot of - fun."
Mandy, could see the turn of conversation had created a tenting in the sheet, at Jack's middle. Her little plan was 'shaping' up, nicely. She decided to use that to her advantage, perhaps in an inappropriate way, but all was fair in love, and getting what she wanted. Now for the rod's 'reward'. She reached out her hand, and her fingers lightly clasp the pole beneath the fabric, that obviously was her son's erection. His eyes now bugged, but she couldn't smile if she was to jimmy the boy's secret out. Her hand made small motions up and down. "Well, Honey, I guess a young man has a natural curiosity. Maybe I might not think it was so bad, if you helped the hot stuff continue, by sharing what went on, that unleashed your father's libido. Won't you help mommy? Mommy is helping you at the moment, aren't I?" Not quite blackmail, but certainly an unethical tactic.
"Yess, mom! Don't stop. I'll tell you."
"Good boy!" she increased the length of her strokes a little. Her fingers gripped a bit firmer. "Tell mommy, all about what happened."
"We, that's nice mom - like that, we just watched a porn movie that was on the TV. We masturbated together, while we watch."
"You . . . masturbated each other, while you looked at a porno tape?!"
"NO! I found this porno channel on the hotel's cable television, it was on an upper channel. I guess they didn't realize that it was accessible, without having to put in the code. It was late after we got back from eating, dad was taking a leak, and I was changing the channels looking for a movie or something, and hit the buttons by mistake, and there was this couple fu . . screwing. So dad came out and lay on the bed, I was on the chair. I pulled down my jockeys, and asked dad if he minded. He said no, and took off his briefs also. Then we watched for about a half an hour, until the folks on the screen came, and we did too. It was like listening . . to you guys, only better, because I got to see the all the action, as well. I haven't ever seen a sex video that hot before. So that's the truth about what we did. I suppose that tape did something for dad's imagination. That's why he came back all hot, and bothered."
Quite a story, kind of sexy too. Mandy saw in her mind's eye her two men jerking off, and simultaneously spurting their white jism. Speaking of which, the story had done the trick for Jack now too, and she could feel his prick pulsing, a wet spot appeared at the point of the pole, which was being manipulating. "That's mommy's little man! Happy, now that you came clean about being dirty, and masturbating with your dad - - and came with your mom tonight as well, you naughty boy! Mmmm?"
"Not so little!" He replied, and as she released the seven inch tube-steak, which was Jack's member, he abruptly whipped off the sheet to expose an awesome display of manhood, between his legs. Mandy stared at the handsome hunk of meat, not thinking but just enjoying the visual stimulus. In a flash, she realized that she was very damp, down in her feminine region. It was quite an erotic moment. For a moment, she was tempted to take the kid's cock in her mouth, but then Mandy finally remembered that it was her kid's dick. That to do so was more than naughty, deeper than dirty, it would be downright sinful. Not to mention, cheating on Harry. 'Hah! And I was the one worried about hubby's morals!' she thought to herself.
The sexy mother smiled at her young man, who obviously was proud of his penis. "Well, I guess you won't have to listen at our door tonight, since you got your jollies this evening, Huh?"
"No, I guess not, thanks mom. You understand about Schenectady, it was just a porno movie, nothing else, Okay?"
"Scandal-ectady case closed. No harm, no foul. I hope that the spell won't wear off your father for a while, I'm enjoying the Renaissance of romance, that we've got going."
"Me too. I mean, me three. Hey! I got the name of that film, why don't I order it off the Internet? Uh, you pay, okay?"
"Good idea, Master Jack the masturbator extraordinaire!"
"Jack, the jack-off king, that's me!"
She laughed, and he also. It was time to go jump her husband's bones. Having already taken care of her son's boner for the night, or so she thought. Mandy went into her bedroom, and Harry was in bed, sans PJs. She stripped off her nightgown, while he raised his eyebrows in a questioning expression. "Don't say a word," She said pulling the sheet down and off, and climbed on his lap. She speared the hard point of her left nipple, her favorite, in his mouth, and made sliding motions upon his rapidly growing erection. Not long afterward, the randy wife reached down, and guided him into her, and rocked that rocket until it blasted off inside her vagina. She had a small, but nice climax too.
"I got Jack to tell me, what happened on your trip." Mandy whispered when she slid off, still in need of another orgasm.
"And you aren't upset?"
"Nah! Why should I be? It's not that far out. Come on fuck me again, or eat me, I really need a big cum tonight!" She decided not to mention to Harry, about making Jack cream, unsure if he might be jealous. She was really turned on by her own secret sex-capade with her son, however. Harry was inspired again, and brought his renewed vigor to plow on her pud, then sank in deep, to give her what she craved. The woman was primed, and when his dynamite stick went off, it triggering her own explosion. "That's it, just like that!" Mandy cried out, "I'M CUMMING, CUMMING," she yelled in the moment of freedom, of her body's physical liberation.
I'M CUMMING TOO, MOM!" she heard from through the closed door. But somehow yet, was glad that he had joined them, at least in spirit that evening. She loved both her sexy men. It felt sort of odd, yet Mandy was pleased that she could bring pleasure to both. It wasn't going any further, but it was kind of exciting none the less.
Harry rolled off and grinned at his wife. "So you know about Jack's secret obsession, about his mom?"
"Not so secret to begin with, he strips me with his eyes sometimes, I swear. I don't mind that he finds his mom attractive."
"And you don't mind, that I get turned on by his having the hots for you?"
She was silent for a moment, as she realized there was more to the story. 'My husband was 'turned on' by my son desiring to fuck me - was that the other part of the dynamic, going on between this messed up ménage?' she wondered. "What was on that porno tape anyway, Harry?"
"Didn't he tell you? You were!"
"I never made a porno tape, you know that!!"
"Not you, an actress that looked very much like you. Jack said, 'That woman reminded me of mom.' I studied the tape closer, and sure enough she looked like she might have been your younger sister, if you had one, that is. 'I'd like to get it on with mom.' Jack confessed to me out loud. And then he said, 'It's really hot, listening to you guys fuck. This is like watching! Could I watch you guys too?' I understood then that he wasn't just listening to us, like any old dirty movie, but he was thinking about screwing you, while we were balling on the other side of the door, only a few feet away."
"It came to me, that my son wants to fuck his mother. Just like I had wanted to do it to my mom, I thought to myself, but I didn't tell him about my own oedipal desires. So now you know, that's what made me so excited, watching Jack jerk-off to an image that was the vision of his sexy mom balling some guy. You really don't have a problem that I was thinking about you and our son, getting it on?"
So they both have a thing for their moms. She never knew that about Harry! What a revelation! He went on with his disclosures.
"God! It made me so hot, that I began to masturbate, while I watched him jerk off, looking at the image of his mother, fucking on the screen. When he came, I came too at the same time; thinking about him cumming in you, squirting his hot jism up your cunt. It makes me so horny, every time I remember it. I think you're fantastic, to allow Jack and I to share our fantasies with you, and not be angry. God I love you, Babe!" He gave his wife a big kiss, then another, but then he lay back, and was asleep in no time.
Mandy was stunned at the full disclosure. She didn't know what to think. 'My son wanting me, okay - Oedipus complexes were nothing new, just ask the ancient Greeks. But Oedipus, killed his father, not made him a 'partner-in-crime.' her thinking went. She was involved in a real manage of mixed fantasy, voyeurism and incestuous feelings, of both the males in her home. What did she feel about that? Mandy wasn't sure, but it was kinky alright. She reached down, and began to diddle herself. Her mind blended the two men, and she was not quite sure who made her cum, son or sire - but it felt really nice, oh so naughty, and mighty good! Then, she too slept. 'What the hell was next?' she wonder, her last thought before entering dreamland.
The kinky fantasy begins to be entangling
The following evening though, as the family settled into their comfortable preliminaries of foreplay, Harry seemed a bit distracted, and a mite off his enthusiasm from the prior nights. Mandy was afraid the party wouldn't last long, and that her worry was being fulfilled as she had feared. But now the lady had the key to unlock his inner sanctum, push the button to boost the octane of his hormone mix, and make his motor run full throttle. But perhaps he was also a bit shy, uncertain of how his spouse would handle those deepest of secrets; that only now, after some twenty-odd years of marriage, had just surfaced. Mandy decided that she would be sweet, and understanding, and solicitous.
After all, she considered, what did she care if he had a thing for his mom? 'Mother Kincaid' was several hundred miles away. As far as his turn-on about Jack wanting to screw his own mom; Mandy thought that was a stickier sort of hankering, but nothing they couldn't work out, if everybody was open and honest about it. 'I mean,' her mind reasoned, 'it's not as if I was about to bed my son, for the sake of my husband's horny dreams. And surely, Harry would not want to share me with another man, even if it was his son. Somethings are beyond the pale, after all.' Mandy's musing went further, 'But on the other hand, why not make magic with a trip to fantasyland, and take a ride on the kinky carpet - [a-lad-an'] his mom, if you will pardon the poor pun!'
"Darling?" She opened her coy ploy, to play on his complex with an Oedipus play, staring 'Kid' Kincaid, "Would you like to pretend to be the son, and I'll be your momma?" Immediately, his face lit up, and his penis raise higher. "Shall I be Libby? (His mom, Elizabeth; a petite, and still handsome woman even in her sixties). And you can be the teenager, who seduces her to have incest, and make her like it, and want more?" Harry hesitated. "Or not, if you'd like another scenario, do you want to be the 'milkman'? You found that a fun fantasy in the past."
"Uh, I like the incest theme, but what if, uh . . I was - Jack, . . with you. See, I, I mean me, gave permission for the two of you to . . get together. Would you be uncomfortable with that? I mean in our fantasy tonight, not that I would ever ask you to do anything you didn't want to do - I mean for real, but if you role play that would be hot. Get my blood flowing, if you know what I mean."
Mrs. could see the turgid erection of Mr., bobbing with anticipation. "I would be happy to be Mandy - to your Jack, for you darling. Knowing that it would please my faithful husband; in his head, in our bed, in the moment, and in fantasy only, dear." She wanted to make it clear that she was not going to be allowing their son to fool around with his mother, in real life. That would be a whole other kettle of fish, or horse play of another color, or can of worms, (barrel of monkey business?), some sort of mess at any rate. Though she dimly was aware that she herself had dabbled in the dirty with Jack, the other night, muddying the waters.
"Jack," His wife said to hubby Harry, "I think it's very open of your father, to let us fool around. Are you a virgin? Have you ever made love to a woman?"
"No, momma," Harry, as Jack, came back, "This is my first time, and I'm glad it's with you. I love you, momma. I think you're so sexy, and I have wanted to do it with you for years."
"Then, come to momma, and you can cum in momma, 'Honey-Sonny'" (Libby's pet name for Harry when he was a boy, and sometimes when she was wheedling a favor now days, as well.)
Sure enough, Harry was youthful in his vigor and rigor, but timid and tender in his manner, as he affected an awkward adolescent arrangement of angled limbs, and imitated inexperience in the ways of intimacy. He had Mandy almost believing she was in the sack with a teen, with Jack, with their lusty boy. It made a surreal sort of illusion, having her son suckle her breasts, and poke at her pussy with a nice fat boner. But it was her hubby too, and safe, not the insanity of incest; yet it had the tension and tingle, of the naughty. She felt the lubrication flood the nether chamber of her sex, but in welcome of whom? Was she in heat for hubby or her own 'Honey-Sonny'? she questioned.
Then Harry hit the mark squarely, putting his round peg in the honey-hole. From there the sensuous sensations of sweet sex, were sweeping her away, and Mandy was more into cumming with the male in her, that concerned about which of the men it was. As long as his dong was coming into her cunt, to bring her off, he could shoot his cum in momma, meaning Mandy, and make both complete. As flesh slapped together, and they did the dance of the two-backed beast, she was crying out in ecstatic joy. But at the last, as she needed the muscle which had penetrated her pussy to pulse, and purge its creamy load in her woman's womb, she cried out loud, "Yes! Jack! Give me your hot cum in mamma's cunt, fuck me Sweetie, fuck your horny mother!!"
Instantly she wondered if their son was outside our door, and listening in on the fantasy to which he could only dream of, but was being played out by his parents. Was it fair to make the sounds of temptation in his hearing, with no possibility of his being involved? But how could they allow that to become actual action? Surely, they could not, Mandy was certain. Parental prerogatives were denied children. But, he was a young adult now, would he expect that the privileges of maturity, be inclusive of our incestuous experiments in imagination. But still, her rationalizing went, it was just creative play, not genuine hard-core, outright, raunchy rutting of grown-up intercourse, between progeny and parents.
Then Mandy's mind was made a thick fog, forgetting whatever concern and care she had, as the concussion of hairy balls, and hammering pile-driver blasted everything to kingdom cum. The invoking of his son's name, had Harry-as-Sonny socking it to momma, in the manic-panic of pounding paroxysm, in need to empty his sacks of pent up passion, in the womb of the woman that had given him life. Which Mandy-as-Momma was the surrogate, of this evening's therapy for her husband.
She was confident that in the hall, she was being the vicarious vessel of their offspring's lust as well. She was satisfied, had had her own wanton wants fulfilled, flooded, and thoroughly fucked. So every Kincaid was taken care of for that evening's session of naughty nookie. The lady of the house always slept with happy dreams after hot sex; a double lady of lust lately. So it was the pair parted, and dropped off peacefully. Jack crept down the hall, back to his room with a smile and sigh also, leaving a puddle of jism on the floor behind, again.
The next night, Harry was not so reticent, when they retired to their bedroom to romp. (Or was it the romper room to bed?) He said, "Momma, could I be allowed to explore your body? I'd like you to teach me all about what men and women do, when they have sex. I don't really know much. Could you show me, let me touch you, maybe let me fondle your breasts, and feel your vagina, and you hold my peter? Please momma, I think you're so pretty and beautiful. Won't you let your boy find all about what it's like, to be with a girl?" Honey-Sonny wanted to go at it, hot and heavy!
Mandy, was more than game. She took up the theatrical part she was cast in, and acted the role of maternal guide to male-female relations, for her man/child's introduction, and instruction to the art of love. "Yes, dearest, cuddle with mommy, I'll show you everything. All my secret places, and what to do there. How to make momma feel good, and how your mother can make you feel real fine too!" She reached for Harry's prop, prominently protruding at his loins. "I can see my boy has become a man! Such a big one too!"
Harry grinned, and said in a little higher voice, than his normal baritone and with a softer timbre, "It's hard for you momma, I want to put it in your cunny. Will you let me do that? I think you are soo sexy, momma!"
"It sounds like you already have some idea of what to do, but I'm going to give you advanced training!" They began to dialog the script, and to pet and paw, and grope their way to the drama's climax. As Harry/Jack Sonny-boy entered Mandy, as mother to both males, in one unified persona, she had a vision of her real kid's cock that she had fondly fondled for stolen moments. The tall, straight stiffy was an instrument of intricate veins, and smooth skin, with a nicely pointed cap crowning the soldier at attention. A helmet, ruddy and ready to please a gal's pussy. With a crossover from Hubby's fantasy to her own, now she was really imagining it was Jack thrusting his penis inside her vagina, and she loving the excitement of fucking her very own son. Indeed, she welcomed the simulacrum of him, into his mother's body, as a virile member penetrated deep into that womanhood of randy Mandy/mommy to horny Jack; Harry was simply subbing for his son, for her, as well as himself.
What was this? Mandy had the realization, she had gone from being Harry's surrogate, to having him be hers. The incest roles had not changed, but what had altered was her perspective. Now she was getting off, on the incestuous daydream of mother-son sex, as much as her husband was. Not the nightmare of a mixed up manage of mangled feelings, but a bonding of family; in a way that was outrageous, but out in the open, no secrets to their three way sex life. She could tell Harry was getting to the end, as he was panting and grunting and making 'I'm going to cum big!' noises, so familiar to her. In Mandy's delirium of sinful scenario of son and mom making it, doing the dirty deed, whether daddy like it of not; they were fucking each other. Fucking like there was nothing the two of them wanted more than to cum with one another, over and over again, as the scene played out in Mandy's imagination, and took hold in her body's responses.
She was crying aloud now, loudly verbalizing her own sounds of impending climax. "UHH! . . Uhn-gah, Yeahh! Oh God! Baby! Mmmm, do it to mommy, make mommy cum, YESS NOWW! I'M CUMMING JACK! . . cum with me, ohhh I can't help it! I'mm CUMMMING AG_GAINN!!" Then she caught a movement in the corner of her eye and looked in that direction. Their door swung open, and a naked Jack was standing there, his hand on his dick, shooting a long rope of white goo like a streamer.
Mandy heard her son bawl out, "I'm cumming in you, Mom! I'm giving you my cream inside your sweet pussy, right nooww!
Mandy banged her cunt up against the striking prick of her spouse, but it was the son that she was uniting with. Immersed in the moment of incest, involved with their son totally. Even though mother and boy's physical selves were separate at the moment, their lust was connecting them. They locked eyes in the knowledge that what couldn't be done with their bodies; in spirit, had just been. Harry didn't seem to be aware of anything, but the racking shutters of his own orgasm. His shank shriveled inside his wife's vagina, and slunk out, the spunk followed, dribbling down Mandy's ass. She thought was incredulous that he had not heard Jack cumming, but Harry seemed to be oblivious. She mouthed silently, 'GIT TO YOUR ROOM NOW!', and raised eyebrows trying to communicated to Jack, not to let his father see him. Jack got the message in any case, and disappeared down the hall.
Why it should be secret, she didn't know, but somehow it seemed that moment was just hers and Jack's, and not to be discovered by the father. Of course, it would have delighted Harry, but Mandy was not in the mood to have a surreptitious encounter, to encumber relationships any further than the kinkiness had already claimed a hold of. Call it compartmentalizing, call it denial of lustful desires which she had for her son - stirred up by her husbands' own lascivious proclivities, call it what you will. She just didn't want to provide an excuse for Harry to further involve Jack, and herself, in this journey of sordid sexual perversion, and certainly incestuously intertwined family dynamics. Of course, snowballs in Hades stood a better chance of surviving, than any hope of holding the line against the slide into the kinky manage, that had begun to triangulate, as the three merged in lust, and converged toward a mingling of fantasy with fact.
Harry was at least worn out from the last week of frequent fucking, so no morning nookie. Perhaps that was for the best, as she didn't want to get sore, Mandy ruminated. More to the point, performance falls off in middle-age men if they are not given enough time to recuperate between love bouts. The penis is a muscle after all, like the rest of the body, it needs a care not to be over-used, but kept in good condition and peak operating form. Didn't she read that in Oprah's magazine or somewhere; 'How To Get the Most Out Of Your Man in Bed' something like that? And it was true, she knew from personal experience with Harry. You need to pace the male, like a race horse, if you want to be the filly he is providing stud service to!
The succeeding few evenings they also skipped, as Mandy had started her period. While she got extra horny, when having her monthly time, the early part of the menstruation got really messy if they did it, and sometime her abdomen was not in the mood, if the cramping was at its height. So it was actually a little over a week, since getting back from the trip, that husband and wife were having a frolic in the sheets once more. For several days, nothing had been said about what had happen on that stay over, or the nights right after the guys had returned.
Nor were the activities on the other side of their bedroom door, made mention of. Things were mostly normal, save that now Jack's looking at his mom had a much less subtle longing in his puppy-dog eyes. He might as well had his tongue hanging out, he was giving such drooling stares. His dick was always rampant around her too. That got the dame damn damp, and yet sex was put on pause, the holding pattern persisted several days. So Mandy was much in the mood for love, lusting for a lewd roll in the hay. Harry was happy to oblige her, finally, as mommy's flow fell off to minimum.
In the midst of their foreplay, both heard a thump against the bedroom door and a grunt on the other side. Harry, without thinking about what would be the consequences leaped out of bed and pulled the door open wide. There was sonny, naked, holding his toe, which he had obviously stubbed against the door and sporting a wicked woodie. Suddenly Mandy understood why he had been undressed the evening of their little naughty encounter, he had been ready to listen to them making love - nude at his folk's door, as he masturbated.
Once again the ménage had gathered, with all parties without a stitch. Mandy snatched up some of the sheet and held it in front of her in an instinctive gesture of modesty. "I don't think this is what we agreed on, Jack. You were going to discontinue your spying?" she said, annoyed at having her fuck-fun rudely interrupted.
"Uh, no, I actually didn't promise anything about that. I just said I understood your desire for privacy, not that I was going to stop listening in. I can't help myself, especially after our little talk the other night. You were so . . . nice to me, remember?
She did, and his bare boner, jutting out of his loins, was putting the exclamation point on the subject.
Hubby spoke up, his spoke was up too. "Maybe we should have a family discussion on the issue? Jack why don't you come in and . ."
Mandy jumped in quick. "Harry Kincaid, if you expect that we are going to have a conversation, with all three of us in the nude, about our son's ease dropping on our sex lives, you have another thing coming. But it won't be your dick cumming in quite a while, I guarantee. So if you want to get a piece of ass tonight, send the kid to his room, and close the door and lock it. Jack if you want any more of the 'mother-son chats' like we had, and you know what's good for you, you'll get to your own room, and stay there the rest of the night!"
"Does that mean you'll give me an encore of that some other time?" Jack asked, astutely.
"Maybe, if you're a good boy, just now." she hedged.
"What's he mean?" Harry was picking up that there was something that he was not in on.
"Harry, do you want to fuck, or do you want to fight?" The female partner used an old ultimatum she had relied on before, to drop the subject, before the couple had a tiff rather than a tussle.
"I'm not starting an argument. All I did was ask an innocent question, Honey."
"In this family, when it comes to secrets, there are no innocent parties, nor any privacy either!" she replied in exasperation.
"You and Jack have a secret?" Harry probed. Jack began to back down the hall looking guilty. Harry didn't miss that sign. "Jack, wait a minute. Mandy? What is going on between you two? I told you all about my most intimate stuff, and Jack has confessed to you what you were so intent to know. Can't you share likewise?"
Harry was too close to the mark. Mandy knew she had better come clean about Jack's and her dirty laundry, before her husband got the wrong impression about his wife and son. And after all, she rationalized, hadn't they sort of done something similar? There were no innocents in this family she kept in mind, so she retorted. "Okay, it's no big deal, I sort of jacked Jack. When I was prying out his private business, I plied his prick and let him . . .uh . . . do his business, if you will."
"Mom masturbated me, while I was telling her about us at the hotel, and the porno flick."
Harry looked first at her, then his boy, then back at his wife, and then a huge grin spread across his face. "That is so hot!!" he exclaimed.
"I should have known! Instead of you being jealous, of course, you're turned on! You didn't get mad, you're only getting horny!" Harry was beginning to move closer to Mandy with that glint in his eye, which meant she was going to get wildly screwed. She was all for that but not with Jack at their open door, again!!
Jack sensing an opening, to an open-door policy to his parent's privacy, pleaded, "Can't I watch this once. I've seen the lady that looks like mom on the tape. I've heard you guys doing it lots of times. We all have masturbated together - sort of. I mean, I'm old enough to go to a live sex show, so what's the harm? I won't get a warped personality, because I happen to see my folks making love. That's a beautiful thing. Lots of cultures have the kids in the same small hut, while their parents are shacking. ."
"Quit while you're ahead, son." Harry stopped the prurient plea, mid-sentence. "Why don't you take the chair over there in the corner, and just be quiet while your mother and I continue what we were in the middle of."
"Now, Harry . . ." Mandy began to protest.
"Mandy, you wanted to know how to keep the spark going, that started in Schenectady? Well, you now know what happened, why it happened, and what your two men have in common. We both love you, and while only one of us gets to display that affection physically, you have the power to grant gratification to both, one directly, and the other vicariously. You also get to have the benefit of this odd, but ultimately intense, intimacy. So, 'Do you want to fight, or fuck?' What do you say we let Jack be an observer of our passion? Set an example of what devoted partners do with one another, and how these dedicated parents of his, allow their adult son to know about the joy of sex, second hand at least?"
"I think - ," Mandy began, but then stopped, knowing it was two against one and she was out voted, "I think that you ought to quit while you're ahead, and give me some head instead!" She smiled at Harry, and then at her son.
Harry smiled also, Jack had a shit-eating-grin on his face. Mother had a wide smirk, she was going to entertain the troops of the Kincaid household guard, and their lances were raised in readiness!
Mandy had been kneeling on the mattress all this time, clutching the sheet to her torso, to prevent her child from seeing his mother as unclothed as Eve. Lucky him, tonight the lamp was on. Now, she dropped the pretense of modesty and let go of the bedding. Raising an eyebrow to Jack, as he got an eyeful of his mom's body. Clearly he was pleased with what he was viewing. His mom got the big ogle, it was definitely approving. Harry eased her down on her back, with her long legs stretched in the direction of the chair Jack was seated in, and spread. The youth couldn't observe much though, as a balding head in her crotch was blocking the best view, but Harry's tongue was where it did the most good. Mandy let loose, to go with the flow.
Soon enough the face in the crotch was quickly replaced with hips, as Harry, his fantasy cumming true in part, played the role of the kid. He was eager to unite their genitals, in galloping gyrations of a gynecological lesson for the youthful pupil; whose pupils were quite locked like radar to the action. Mandy was being boffed by 'big boy', while little boy played with his toy. She was very content to being stuffed with her spouse's stiffy. She felt her orgasm rise and crest, more like a rolling hill, rather than a mountain peak. It was nice, but not the sharp spike of a climax she had been having of late, Harry had seemed to be holding back a bit. Neither did she hear Jack ejaculate.
"Give him a hand job!" Harry whispered in her ear.
"Now that's taking things too far!" She protested.
"I want to watch you make him cum. You already did it before, what's the harm in bring him off again for my benefit, as well as his? Neither of us have cum yet, tonight! Help us to get off, Babe. You won't regret it. I know you'll have fun!"
Mandy knew in her heart and womb, her hubby was right, as some part of her said inside her head, 'this is kind of kinky fun, a mad manage, an in-house orgy just among us Kincaids.' She moved over to her son, on hands and knees. Harry crawled over too, to get a good view. Now, mother took son's tool in her palms, and started a milking motion on his member. He nodded in encouragement and made soft sighs, as she gave Jack special attention. The boy's hands went to caress Mandy's hair, as she massaged his prick.
by Oediplex 8==3~
*****
Secrets are revealed and lusts surface
Mandy Kincaid was pleased with how her husband Harry was fucking her. It was hot and heavy, hard and sweaty and she had cum twice already. Harry was verging on his eruption, and was going to take her with him, into a glorious third time. His pounding prick drove her into her, as he hadn't done in years. It was wonderful. But it made her wonder, what had released the demon lover in her spouse? Then Harry blasted into her, with a great throbbing cum, and she sailed over the moon in a wonderful peak, that drove every thought from her mind, and filled her brain with the electrical storm of sexual pleasure.
Only afterward, as her husband lay beside her snoring, as she was drifting off to sleep, did the question resurface. But by then, she was too tired to hold the thread of the thought. She dreamed a stream of wild, but happy scenes; until her mother popped up from somewhere in her subconsciousness. Just like when she was a young girl, her mother took a lecturing tone of voice, and repeated words that had been heard in real life, except that her mother was gone, and Mandy was herself now older. Still, the strident tones were almost as if Mandy's matriarch were present in the room, and making another of her warnings about men.
"Amanda, you listen to what I'm saying, and remember it! If he brings flowers, or a present for no reason, take heed. If out of the blue he gets frisky, when he was more sedate of late, then there is another woman for sure. Just like your father. If he is up for making whoopy, when he comes back from being away, he's been up to no good, and cheating on you. Sure as the sun rises, he has some floozy fiddling with his stalk, and you're getting the left-over energy; until he leaves you for her, and you don't get nothin', not even support. Men ain't to be trusted, especially when they act out of character."
And that was when she woke up. The morning light filtering through the curtains, and uncertainty seeping into her mind. A niggling little doubt, made the pondering in her waking awareness, become a creeping insecurity in her heart. Harry had recently returned from a trip. But he had taken their son, Jack, with him; so her brain countered the doubts. Surely he wouldn't have been seeing a mistress there, that was the first time he had ever gone to Schenectady. But, what if he got a prostitute? Not with our eighteen year old boy, Jack, along; the debate was made in her head. Had he gone off with a hooker, to a sleazy room? This whole line of thinking was crazy, Harry wasn't like that. Her hubby was nothing like her father had been, a womanizing, no-account, who had left them for a redhead, and never sent a cent back, of financial help.
But still, he hadn't been gone but four days, what was up? Beside that thick dick of his. Not that she was complaining about the royal drubbing he had given her pussy. But it was like he had taken Viagra, or some aphrodisiac that sparked the sex drive into high gear. Should she ask him, or leave well enough alone? Men were so touchy, about their manliness. Fragile egos might be bruised, and then no more 'Mr. He-man' in bed. She had read it in Cosmo, and they talked about that on "The View", her morning TV show, just the other day. But Dr. Phil said the key to good relationships, and indeed good sex, was communication between spouses. So she determined to ask him. Right after she fixed him his favorite breakfast. After all, the way to a man's heart etc., and a full stomach couldn't hurt, when it came to wheedling the truth out.
So when her two men were well fed that morning, and young Jack had gone off to see a friend of his, Mandy began to question Harry. "You were a tiger last night!" Start with a compliment, men were susceptible to flattery, even more than gals, she knew. "What got you turned on so hot? Was it my new perfume?" She in fact had put on something she hadn't worn in a while, but was a birthday gift from a couple years ago.
"Yeah, Babe, and I hadn't seen you in days."
Okay, that was not what was going on. "But you were really on top of your game. You made me cum and cum, did you get Viagra, or something from the doctor, and mean to surprise me?"
"No, I didn't need a pill. I was turned on by you, darling, you are so sexy and beautiful; I couldn't help myself."
Enough of this pussyfooting about furious fucking, thought Mandy. "No more than what I have been for the last two years. So what is it Harry, are you having an affair at the office?"
"Jeez! No, Mandy, what the hell gave you that idea?"
"Tell me the truth Harry Kincaid! What's going on? Did you rent a call girl in Schenectady, and with our son there too? Did he know?" A horrifying thought struck her. "You didn't share a whore with Jack, did you? Tell me our child is still a virgin!"
"He is, as far as I know. But really, Honey, nothing happened on our trip. I was in conferences most of the day, Jack went out to the movies in the afternoons. At night we went to a nice restaurant, and then back to the hotel, and watched TV. I had to get up early for the business lectures, and Jack slept late. Ask him, nothing naughty happened, I was - I am faithful to you. I always have been, I always will be. You're just insecure, because of your lousy dad."
He continued, "You know I love you with all my heart, and I worship your sexy body. Honestly!!" He came over, hugged her and kissed her, then kissed her some more, then Frenched her. She could feel him getting stiff. "Jack's gone for a while to his buddy's, you want to have some more fun? How about on the couch?"
"What if Jack comes back unexpectedly? We wouldn't want to shock the kid."
"I don't think that would phase him, to see his folks fucking, after all, he listens outside our door every time he can, to hear us screw. But I know he won't be back for hours, they were going to work on some school project, which they have to finish in a few days." Harry bluffed, about the security of their not being interrupted. Actually, he would not be all that unhappy, if their son caught them 'in flagrante delicti'. But he couldn't confess that, to his spouse.
Mandy was lured into the lurid proposition, by the spontaneity of her hubby's romantic idea. To make love like they were newlyweds, without concern for their whereabouts, or being interrupted by their son. And what if he did come home? They would hear him come in by the kitchen, as he always did. They would have time to scurry upstairs, before he really saw anything. So what if he found a pile of their clothes, on the living room floor? He knew his parents had sex, didn't Harry say he listened outside the door? Though, she wasn't sure she was comfortable about the invasion of privacy, after all, she was rather vocal much of the time when she climaxed.
Even as Mandy was mulling things over, Harry moved her toward the door to the hall, and pulled her robe open. Her hormones flood her body, and she was suddenly damp, and in heat for Harry's hard-on. She got into the spirit of the impromptu raunchy romp, and tugged at his shorts, to make it an equal contest. They stumbled to the living room, boxers around his ankles and her gown nearly tripping them, as it slid off her shoulders to their feet. Now she was naked, and Harry was clad only in his tee shirt, as he suddenly picked her up, and laid her on the sofa. He stripped the last garment in a flash, and dove head first between her thighs, his tongue extended.
She was all for that action, and laughed, until she began very quickly to moan. Harry knew what she liked, loved. He only got her primed though, then moved up speedily to enter her, and began to saw his saber in her already shiny sheath. It was getting really good, when she hear what sounded like the kitchen door opening. SHIT! "I think Jack is back!"
"No, that's not him, gotta be the neighbors." Harry made to misdirect her. He kissed her to take her mind off the noise. But his rhythm picked up, and his grunts were more intense.
"Was that the refrigerator?" There was something that made muffled rattling. But Harry was really banging at Mandy's cunt now, and it distracted her.
A can's pop-top was soft, but clear. Dear God! Jack was home, he would be seeing them any second! Mandy wanted to break, to scramble up the stairs, but her spouse was at full intensity in his plugging, and began to blast her vagina with ejaculate. Despite her fear, of being caught in the act by her son, Mandy felt her cunt clench, and spasm in a really good cum.
"Mom? - Dad?" their boy's voice hailed from the hall.
In a shriek, she pushed off her husband, and ran for the stairs. Harry followed at a slower pace, and found her standing in the bedroom nude, and dripping cum from her crotch. Without a word he turned her, and made her lay on the bed, on her tummy with her legs hanging over and her hind-end raised. He plunged in a frenzy plugging to her vagina, with a boner which seemed like hickory. He was a ravishing beast, not rough but firm, and taking her. She was more than willing, but he was certainly rutting his engorged penis in her heated haven. It was almost as if - but she didn't finish the thought then, as the onset of a huge cum rushed over them both, and she was transported to another plane of existence, for the duration.
Only after the panting, and they crawled on to the mattress, as she was listening to the hoarse gasping of the man she had married for better or worse; and that had been better sex than they had had in quite some years, last night and this morning; did Mrs. Kincaid return to her unfinished thought. It was almost as if . . . what? . . . as if . . he got off on Jack almost catching them. Was it the spice of getting caught? Or some kind of kinky thing about Jack's voyeurism? Definitely something, and Harry was going to come clean with her, before he would cum in her again, she vowed. But now it was time to pop into the shower, and get clean herself. She was messy with sperm, and her own emulsions and sweaty. But her husband was dirty in his thinking, and soon enough, she would get that naughty laundry hanging out!
True to her resolve of the morning, Mandy insisted on more talk, and persisted making her inquest into hubby's hyper-horniness, before he humped her that night. What he finally said that evening in bed with her, she found alarming.
"It's a secret, Babe."
"You're not allowed to keep secrets from your wife!"
"Tit for tat! What did you and Charlotte discuss, when she came over in tears last week?"
"That's different. It's her secret, and she made me promise not to tell a soul."
"It's not that different, it's not my secret to tell."
"Well, who's secret is . . . wait, you took Jack along with you, and came back to be 'Johnny Wadd' in our bedroom. Do you mean to say our son had some kind of secret that makes you a super-stud? How does that work? But that's it, right? It's Jack's secret? It is Jack's secret . . . , but you already told me that he listens at our door when, we are screwing. By the way I think we ought to put a stop to that. What would be something that would affect you so powerfully? Not that I'm complaining, mind you. I like it, even if you almost got us to put on a show that would have blown the kid's mind, had he taken two more steps in another few seconds, in the hall this morning."
"It's complicated, and I wouldn't want to violate Jack's trust."
"No, of course not. Well thanks for sharing, though I have more questions now than before." She reached out, and began to stroke him. He put a hand on her breast, and from there they were engaged in the action of marital fun, which both very thoroughly enjoyed. On the other side of the door, Jack too, was enjoying the sounds of their love making. When his mom groaned her pleasure and cried out loudly, as ecstasy overcame her inhibitions and she squealed, climaxing; Jack came too, spurting jism on the floor. He returned to his room. They all slept soundly, after a great night of sex.
Mandy loved secrets, finding out secrets that is, especially dirty secrets, as clearly her son Jack had. After all, she rationalized, if she discovered what it was, then she could use it to turn her husband on, and keep up the sort of spice that had invigorated their love life suddenly. But how to get Jack to tell, since Harry wouldn't, and rightly so. Make his favorite meal? Get him a new electronic gizmo he wanted? She considered her options, as she puttered about in the kitchen, and her son sat eating a sandwich at the table. She notice him ogling her in her shorts and halter top.
Typical teen male she thought. Then she had an inspiration. But it was better done in the evening, as they were all going to bed. She would use one of the oldest tricks in the book, 'the carrot, and the stick'. Or, in her case, the strategy was 'the rod, and the reward', and maybe a little blackmail. But it had to be 'handled', with a delicate touch. And Mandy knew her mothering touch, was just the thing that might open up her boy's mouth, and spill his secrets - and maybe something else? Was she thinking too naughty a plan? Well, after all, Jack wasn't entirely innocent, the ease-dropping scamp!
Harry had gone to the office for the whole day. Jack was gone heavens knows where, for the whole afternoon, school being done since he graduated a few weeks ago. In the evening they had ordered in, Oriental, because Harry had bought a couple bottles of Saki. Warmed as it should be, by the time to turn in rolled around, it had made her a little tipsy. So perhaps she was a bit more relaxed, and uninhibited, than she might have been otherwise. It gave her a feeling both mellow, and sentimental toward her son, and his adolescent secret. It gave her the courage to face her boy, and put her daring plan into action. Otherwise, she might not have been as bold, as she got with him.
That night she told Harry, she would be with him in a little while. She had already put on a sexy night gown, in preparation for her interview with her son. She waited until he had gone back to his room, from brushing his teeth, and then knocked on his door, and entered. She was surprised to see his naked butt hop into bed, and pull the covers up. He had been wearing pajama bottoms, just a moment ago. His nudity reminded her of how athletic, and fit he was. She was proud of her handsome, and mostly well behaved, son. He had stayed out of any serious trouble as a teen, and was conscientious about his chores. His grades were okay, mostly B's.
Mandy sat down on the side of his bed. Her gown was diaphanous, it was warm enough not to need a robe, even so she wore it because she wanted to titillate her son as part of her strategy to get him to spill. He was a bit saucer-eyed, looking at her charms. "Jack, sweetie," she began "I need to know something."
"Sure mom, anything."
"When you were with your father in Schenectady, on his business trip, did he . . . did he bring a woman into the room?" She believed her husband's story now, but this was a ploy. "Did he send you out, while they were together?"
"Jeez! Mom, nothing like that happened! You know dad would never cheat on you. God! He loves you. I love you - I'd beat his butt with a bat, if he pulled anything like that!!"
"Well, that's nice that you would be so defensive of your mom's . . uh . . honor. But what I'm really trying to find out is, why your dad is so . . er . . ferocious in bed, since he came back home. Not that it's not exciting, just that if I knew why, I could - keep the fire stoked, if you get what I mean."
"Yeah! Mom, you guys have really been going at it like gangbusters!" he paused, realizing that he might have let the cat out of the bag, about his nightly surveillance at their door.
"Uh-Huh, your dad did mention, that you were getting an earful, when we were being intimate. I thought we taught you to respect people's privacy?"
"Ahh, sorry mom. I understand, but the temptation was very strong, and you . . you guys sound like you're really having a lot of - fun."
Mandy, could see the turn of conversation had created a tenting in the sheet, at Jack's middle. Her little plan was 'shaping' up, nicely. She decided to use that to her advantage, perhaps in an inappropriate way, but all was fair in love, and getting what she wanted. Now for the rod's 'reward'. She reached out her hand, and her fingers lightly clasp the pole beneath the fabric, that obviously was her son's erection. His eyes now bugged, but she couldn't smile if she was to jimmy the boy's secret out. Her hand made small motions up and down. "Well, Honey, I guess a young man has a natural curiosity. Maybe I might not think it was so bad, if you helped the hot stuff continue, by sharing what went on, that unleashed your father's libido. Won't you help mommy? Mommy is helping you at the moment, aren't I?" Not quite blackmail, but certainly an unethical tactic.
"Yess, mom! Don't stop. I'll tell you."
"Good boy!" she increased the length of her strokes a little. Her fingers gripped a bit firmer. "Tell mommy, all about what happened."
"We, that's nice mom - like that, we just watched a porn movie that was on the TV. We masturbated together, while we watch."
"You . . . masturbated each other, while you looked at a porno tape?!"
"NO! I found this porno channel on the hotel's cable television, it was on an upper channel. I guess they didn't realize that it was accessible, without having to put in the code. It was late after we got back from eating, dad was taking a leak, and I was changing the channels looking for a movie or something, and hit the buttons by mistake, and there was this couple fu . . screwing. So dad came out and lay on the bed, I was on the chair. I pulled down my jockeys, and asked dad if he minded. He said no, and took off his briefs also. Then we watched for about a half an hour, until the folks on the screen came, and we did too. It was like listening . . to you guys, only better, because I got to see the all the action, as well. I haven't ever seen a sex video that hot before. So that's the truth about what we did. I suppose that tape did something for dad's imagination. That's why he came back all hot, and bothered."
Quite a story, kind of sexy too. Mandy saw in her mind's eye her two men jerking off, and simultaneously spurting their white jism. Speaking of which, the story had done the trick for Jack now too, and she could feel his prick pulsing, a wet spot appeared at the point of the pole, which was being manipulating. "That's mommy's little man! Happy, now that you came clean about being dirty, and masturbating with your dad - - and came with your mom tonight as well, you naughty boy! Mmmm?"
"Not so little!" He replied, and as she released the seven inch tube-steak, which was Jack's member, he abruptly whipped off the sheet to expose an awesome display of manhood, between his legs. Mandy stared at the handsome hunk of meat, not thinking but just enjoying the visual stimulus. In a flash, she realized that she was very damp, down in her feminine region. It was quite an erotic moment. For a moment, she was tempted to take the kid's cock in her mouth, but then Mandy finally remembered that it was her kid's dick. That to do so was more than naughty, deeper than dirty, it would be downright sinful. Not to mention, cheating on Harry. 'Hah! And I was the one worried about hubby's morals!' she thought to herself.
The sexy mother smiled at her young man, who obviously was proud of his penis. "Well, I guess you won't have to listen at our door tonight, since you got your jollies this evening, Huh?"
"No, I guess not, thanks mom. You understand about Schenectady, it was just a porno movie, nothing else, Okay?"
"Scandal-ectady case closed. No harm, no foul. I hope that the spell won't wear off your father for a while, I'm enjoying the Renaissance of romance, that we've got going."
"Me too. I mean, me three. Hey! I got the name of that film, why don't I order it off the Internet? Uh, you pay, okay?"
"Good idea, Master Jack the masturbator extraordinaire!"
"Jack, the jack-off king, that's me!"
She laughed, and he also. It was time to go jump her husband's bones. Having already taken care of her son's boner for the night, or so she thought. Mandy went into her bedroom, and Harry was in bed, sans PJs. She stripped off her nightgown, while he raised his eyebrows in a questioning expression. "Don't say a word," She said pulling the sheet down and off, and climbed on his lap. She speared the hard point of her left nipple, her favorite, in his mouth, and made sliding motions upon his rapidly growing erection. Not long afterward, the randy wife reached down, and guided him into her, and rocked that rocket until it blasted off inside her vagina. She had a small, but nice climax too.
"I got Jack to tell me, what happened on your trip." Mandy whispered when she slid off, still in need of another orgasm.
"And you aren't upset?"
"Nah! Why should I be? It's not that far out. Come on fuck me again, or eat me, I really need a big cum tonight!" She decided not to mention to Harry, about making Jack cream, unsure if he might be jealous. She was really turned on by her own secret sex-capade with her son, however. Harry was inspired again, and brought his renewed vigor to plow on her pud, then sank in deep, to give her what she craved. The woman was primed, and when his dynamite stick went off, it triggering her own explosion. "That's it, just like that!" Mandy cried out, "I'M CUMMING, CUMMING," she yelled in the moment of freedom, of her body's physical liberation.
I'M CUMMING TOO, MOM!" she heard from through the closed door. But somehow yet, was glad that he had joined them, at least in spirit that evening. She loved both her sexy men. It felt sort of odd, yet Mandy was pleased that she could bring pleasure to both. It wasn't going any further, but it was kind of exciting none the less.
Harry rolled off and grinned at his wife. "So you know about Jack's secret obsession, about his mom?"
"Not so secret to begin with, he strips me with his eyes sometimes, I swear. I don't mind that he finds his mom attractive."
"And you don't mind, that I get turned on by his having the hots for you?"
She was silent for a moment, as she realized there was more to the story. 'My husband was 'turned on' by my son desiring to fuck me - was that the other part of the dynamic, going on between this messed up ménage?' she wondered. "What was on that porno tape anyway, Harry?"
"Didn't he tell you? You were!"
"I never made a porno tape, you know that!!"
"Not you, an actress that looked very much like you. Jack said, 'That woman reminded me of mom.' I studied the tape closer, and sure enough she looked like she might have been your younger sister, if you had one, that is. 'I'd like to get it on with mom.' Jack confessed to me out loud. And then he said, 'It's really hot, listening to you guys fuck. This is like watching! Could I watch you guys too?' I understood then that he wasn't just listening to us, like any old dirty movie, but he was thinking about screwing you, while we were balling on the other side of the door, only a few feet away."
"It came to me, that my son wants to fuck his mother. Just like I had wanted to do it to my mom, I thought to myself, but I didn't tell him about my own oedipal desires. So now you know, that's what made me so excited, watching Jack jerk-off to an image that was the vision of his sexy mom balling some guy. You really don't have a problem that I was thinking about you and our son, getting it on?"
So they both have a thing for their moms. She never knew that about Harry! What a revelation! He went on with his disclosures.
"God! It made me so hot, that I began to masturbate, while I watched him jerk off, looking at the image of his mother, fucking on the screen. When he came, I came too at the same time; thinking about him cumming in you, squirting his hot jism up your cunt. It makes me so horny, every time I remember it. I think you're fantastic, to allow Jack and I to share our fantasies with you, and not be angry. God I love you, Babe!" He gave his wife a big kiss, then another, but then he lay back, and was asleep in no time.
Mandy was stunned at the full disclosure. She didn't know what to think. 'My son wanting me, okay - Oedipus complexes were nothing new, just ask the ancient Greeks. But Oedipus, killed his father, not made him a 'partner-in-crime.' her thinking went. She was involved in a real manage of mixed fantasy, voyeurism and incestuous feelings, of both the males in her home. What did she feel about that? Mandy wasn't sure, but it was kinky alright. She reached down, and began to diddle herself. Her mind blended the two men, and she was not quite sure who made her cum, son or sire - but it felt really nice, oh so naughty, and mighty good! Then, she too slept. 'What the hell was next?' she wonder, her last thought before entering dreamland.
The kinky fantasy begins to be entangling
The following evening though, as the family settled into their comfortable preliminaries of foreplay, Harry seemed a bit distracted, and a mite off his enthusiasm from the prior nights. Mandy was afraid the party wouldn't last long, and that her worry was being fulfilled as she had feared. But now the lady had the key to unlock his inner sanctum, push the button to boost the octane of his hormone mix, and make his motor run full throttle. But perhaps he was also a bit shy, uncertain of how his spouse would handle those deepest of secrets; that only now, after some twenty-odd years of marriage, had just surfaced. Mandy decided that she would be sweet, and understanding, and solicitous.
After all, she considered, what did she care if he had a thing for his mom? 'Mother Kincaid' was several hundred miles away. As far as his turn-on about Jack wanting to screw his own mom; Mandy thought that was a stickier sort of hankering, but nothing they couldn't work out, if everybody was open and honest about it. 'I mean,' her mind reasoned, 'it's not as if I was about to bed my son, for the sake of my husband's horny dreams. And surely, Harry would not want to share me with another man, even if it was his son. Somethings are beyond the pale, after all.' Mandy's musing went further, 'But on the other hand, why not make magic with a trip to fantasyland, and take a ride on the kinky carpet - [a-lad-an'] his mom, if you will pardon the poor pun!'
"Darling?" She opened her coy ploy, to play on his complex with an Oedipus play, staring 'Kid' Kincaid, "Would you like to pretend to be the son, and I'll be your momma?" Immediately, his face lit up, and his penis raise higher. "Shall I be Libby? (His mom, Elizabeth; a petite, and still handsome woman even in her sixties). And you can be the teenager, who seduces her to have incest, and make her like it, and want more?" Harry hesitated. "Or not, if you'd like another scenario, do you want to be the 'milkman'? You found that a fun fantasy in the past."
"Uh, I like the incest theme, but what if, uh . . I was - Jack, . . with you. See, I, I mean me, gave permission for the two of you to . . get together. Would you be uncomfortable with that? I mean in our fantasy tonight, not that I would ever ask you to do anything you didn't want to do - I mean for real, but if you role play that would be hot. Get my blood flowing, if you know what I mean."
Mrs. could see the turgid erection of Mr., bobbing with anticipation. "I would be happy to be Mandy - to your Jack, for you darling. Knowing that it would please my faithful husband; in his head, in our bed, in the moment, and in fantasy only, dear." She wanted to make it clear that she was not going to be allowing their son to fool around with his mother, in real life. That would be a whole other kettle of fish, or horse play of another color, or can of worms, (barrel of monkey business?), some sort of mess at any rate. Though she dimly was aware that she herself had dabbled in the dirty with Jack, the other night, muddying the waters.
"Jack," His wife said to hubby Harry, "I think it's very open of your father, to let us fool around. Are you a virgin? Have you ever made love to a woman?"
"No, momma," Harry, as Jack, came back, "This is my first time, and I'm glad it's with you. I love you, momma. I think you're so sexy, and I have wanted to do it with you for years."
"Then, come to momma, and you can cum in momma, 'Honey-Sonny'" (Libby's pet name for Harry when he was a boy, and sometimes when she was wheedling a favor now days, as well.)
Sure enough, Harry was youthful in his vigor and rigor, but timid and tender in his manner, as he affected an awkward adolescent arrangement of angled limbs, and imitated inexperience in the ways of intimacy. He had Mandy almost believing she was in the sack with a teen, with Jack, with their lusty boy. It made a surreal sort of illusion, having her son suckle her breasts, and poke at her pussy with a nice fat boner. But it was her hubby too, and safe, not the insanity of incest; yet it had the tension and tingle, of the naughty. She felt the lubrication flood the nether chamber of her sex, but in welcome of whom? Was she in heat for hubby or her own 'Honey-Sonny'? she questioned.
Then Harry hit the mark squarely, putting his round peg in the honey-hole. From there the sensuous sensations of sweet sex, were sweeping her away, and Mandy was more into cumming with the male in her, that concerned about which of the men it was. As long as his dong was coming into her cunt, to bring her off, he could shoot his cum in momma, meaning Mandy, and make both complete. As flesh slapped together, and they did the dance of the two-backed beast, she was crying out in ecstatic joy. But at the last, as she needed the muscle which had penetrated her pussy to pulse, and purge its creamy load in her woman's womb, she cried out loud, "Yes! Jack! Give me your hot cum in mamma's cunt, fuck me Sweetie, fuck your horny mother!!"
Instantly she wondered if their son was outside our door, and listening in on the fantasy to which he could only dream of, but was being played out by his parents. Was it fair to make the sounds of temptation in his hearing, with no possibility of his being involved? But how could they allow that to become actual action? Surely, they could not, Mandy was certain. Parental prerogatives were denied children. But, he was a young adult now, would he expect that the privileges of maturity, be inclusive of our incestuous experiments in imagination. But still, her rationalizing went, it was just creative play, not genuine hard-core, outright, raunchy rutting of grown-up intercourse, between progeny and parents.
Then Mandy's mind was made a thick fog, forgetting whatever concern and care she had, as the concussion of hairy balls, and hammering pile-driver blasted everything to kingdom cum. The invoking of his son's name, had Harry-as-Sonny socking it to momma, in the manic-panic of pounding paroxysm, in need to empty his sacks of pent up passion, in the womb of the woman that had given him life. Which Mandy-as-Momma was the surrogate, of this evening's therapy for her husband.
She was confident that in the hall, she was being the vicarious vessel of their offspring's lust as well. She was satisfied, had had her own wanton wants fulfilled, flooded, and thoroughly fucked. So every Kincaid was taken care of for that evening's session of naughty nookie. The lady of the house always slept with happy dreams after hot sex; a double lady of lust lately. So it was the pair parted, and dropped off peacefully. Jack crept down the hall, back to his room with a smile and sigh also, leaving a puddle of jism on the floor behind, again.
The next night, Harry was not so reticent, when they retired to their bedroom to romp. (Or was it the romper room to bed?) He said, "Momma, could I be allowed to explore your body? I'd like you to teach me all about what men and women do, when they have sex. I don't really know much. Could you show me, let me touch you, maybe let me fondle your breasts, and feel your vagina, and you hold my peter? Please momma, I think you're so pretty and beautiful. Won't you let your boy find all about what it's like, to be with a girl?" Honey-Sonny wanted to go at it, hot and heavy!
Mandy, was more than game. She took up the theatrical part she was cast in, and acted the role of maternal guide to male-female relations, for her man/child's introduction, and instruction to the art of love. "Yes, dearest, cuddle with mommy, I'll show you everything. All my secret places, and what to do there. How to make momma feel good, and how your mother can make you feel real fine too!" She reached for Harry's prop, prominently protruding at his loins. "I can see my boy has become a man! Such a big one too!"
Harry grinned, and said in a little higher voice, than his normal baritone and with a softer timbre, "It's hard for you momma, I want to put it in your cunny. Will you let me do that? I think you are soo sexy, momma!"
"It sounds like you already have some idea of what to do, but I'm going to give you advanced training!" They began to dialog the script, and to pet and paw, and grope their way to the drama's climax. As Harry/Jack Sonny-boy entered Mandy, as mother to both males, in one unified persona, she had a vision of her real kid's cock that she had fondly fondled for stolen moments. The tall, straight stiffy was an instrument of intricate veins, and smooth skin, with a nicely pointed cap crowning the soldier at attention. A helmet, ruddy and ready to please a gal's pussy. With a crossover from Hubby's fantasy to her own, now she was really imagining it was Jack thrusting his penis inside her vagina, and she loving the excitement of fucking her very own son. Indeed, she welcomed the simulacrum of him, into his mother's body, as a virile member penetrated deep into that womanhood of randy Mandy/mommy to horny Jack; Harry was simply subbing for his son, for her, as well as himself.
What was this? Mandy had the realization, she had gone from being Harry's surrogate, to having him be hers. The incest roles had not changed, but what had altered was her perspective. Now she was getting off, on the incestuous daydream of mother-son sex, as much as her husband was. Not the nightmare of a mixed up manage of mangled feelings, but a bonding of family; in a way that was outrageous, but out in the open, no secrets to their three way sex life. She could tell Harry was getting to the end, as he was panting and grunting and making 'I'm going to cum big!' noises, so familiar to her. In Mandy's delirium of sinful scenario of son and mom making it, doing the dirty deed, whether daddy like it of not; they were fucking each other. Fucking like there was nothing the two of them wanted more than to cum with one another, over and over again, as the scene played out in Mandy's imagination, and took hold in her body's responses.
She was crying aloud now, loudly verbalizing her own sounds of impending climax. "UHH! . . Uhn-gah, Yeahh! Oh God! Baby! Mmmm, do it to mommy, make mommy cum, YESS NOWW! I'M CUMMING JACK! . . cum with me, ohhh I can't help it! I'mm CUMMMING AG_GAINN!!" Then she caught a movement in the corner of her eye and looked in that direction. Their door swung open, and a naked Jack was standing there, his hand on his dick, shooting a long rope of white goo like a streamer.
Mandy heard her son bawl out, "I'm cumming in you, Mom! I'm giving you my cream inside your sweet pussy, right nooww!
Mandy banged her cunt up against the striking prick of her spouse, but it was the son that she was uniting with. Immersed in the moment of incest, involved with their son totally. Even though mother and boy's physical selves were separate at the moment, their lust was connecting them. They locked eyes in the knowledge that what couldn't be done with their bodies; in spirit, had just been. Harry didn't seem to be aware of anything, but the racking shutters of his own orgasm. His shank shriveled inside his wife's vagina, and slunk out, the spunk followed, dribbling down Mandy's ass. She thought was incredulous that he had not heard Jack cumming, but Harry seemed to be oblivious. She mouthed silently, 'GIT TO YOUR ROOM NOW!', and raised eyebrows trying to communicated to Jack, not to let his father see him. Jack got the message in any case, and disappeared down the hall.
Why it should be secret, she didn't know, but somehow it seemed that moment was just hers and Jack's, and not to be discovered by the father. Of course, it would have delighted Harry, but Mandy was not in the mood to have a surreptitious encounter, to encumber relationships any further than the kinkiness had already claimed a hold of. Call it compartmentalizing, call it denial of lustful desires which she had for her son - stirred up by her husbands' own lascivious proclivities, call it what you will. She just didn't want to provide an excuse for Harry to further involve Jack, and herself, in this journey of sordid sexual perversion, and certainly incestuously intertwined family dynamics. Of course, snowballs in Hades stood a better chance of surviving, than any hope of holding the line against the slide into the kinky manage, that had begun to triangulate, as the three merged in lust, and converged toward a mingling of fantasy with fact.
Harry was at least worn out from the last week of frequent fucking, so no morning nookie. Perhaps that was for the best, as she didn't want to get sore, Mandy ruminated. More to the point, performance falls off in middle-age men if they are not given enough time to recuperate between love bouts. The penis is a muscle after all, like the rest of the body, it needs a care not to be over-used, but kept in good condition and peak operating form. Didn't she read that in Oprah's magazine or somewhere; 'How To Get the Most Out Of Your Man in Bed' something like that? And it was true, she knew from personal experience with Harry. You need to pace the male, like a race horse, if you want to be the filly he is providing stud service to!
The succeeding few evenings they also skipped, as Mandy had started her period. While she got extra horny, when having her monthly time, the early part of the menstruation got really messy if they did it, and sometime her abdomen was not in the mood, if the cramping was at its height. So it was actually a little over a week, since getting back from the trip, that husband and wife were having a frolic in the sheets once more. For several days, nothing had been said about what had happen on that stay over, or the nights right after the guys had returned.
Nor were the activities on the other side of their bedroom door, made mention of. Things were mostly normal, save that now Jack's looking at his mom had a much less subtle longing in his puppy-dog eyes. He might as well had his tongue hanging out, he was giving such drooling stares. His dick was always rampant around her too. That got the dame damn damp, and yet sex was put on pause, the holding pattern persisted several days. So Mandy was much in the mood for love, lusting for a lewd roll in the hay. Harry was happy to oblige her, finally, as mommy's flow fell off to minimum.
In the midst of their foreplay, both heard a thump against the bedroom door and a grunt on the other side. Harry, without thinking about what would be the consequences leaped out of bed and pulled the door open wide. There was sonny, naked, holding his toe, which he had obviously stubbed against the door and sporting a wicked woodie. Suddenly Mandy understood why he had been undressed the evening of their little naughty encounter, he had been ready to listen to them making love - nude at his folk's door, as he masturbated.
Once again the ménage had gathered, with all parties without a stitch. Mandy snatched up some of the sheet and held it in front of her in an instinctive gesture of modesty. "I don't think this is what we agreed on, Jack. You were going to discontinue your spying?" she said, annoyed at having her fuck-fun rudely interrupted.
"Uh, no, I actually didn't promise anything about that. I just said I understood your desire for privacy, not that I was going to stop listening in. I can't help myself, especially after our little talk the other night. You were so . . . nice to me, remember?
She did, and his bare boner, jutting out of his loins, was putting the exclamation point on the subject.
Hubby spoke up, his spoke was up too. "Maybe we should have a family discussion on the issue? Jack why don't you come in and . ."
Mandy jumped in quick. "Harry Kincaid, if you expect that we are going to have a conversation, with all three of us in the nude, about our son's ease dropping on our sex lives, you have another thing coming. But it won't be your dick cumming in quite a while, I guarantee. So if you want to get a piece of ass tonight, send the kid to his room, and close the door and lock it. Jack if you want any more of the 'mother-son chats' like we had, and you know what's good for you, you'll get to your own room, and stay there the rest of the night!"
"Does that mean you'll give me an encore of that some other time?" Jack asked, astutely.
"Maybe, if you're a good boy, just now." she hedged.
"What's he mean?" Harry was picking up that there was something that he was not in on.
"Harry, do you want to fuck, or do you want to fight?" The female partner used an old ultimatum she had relied on before, to drop the subject, before the couple had a tiff rather than a tussle.
"I'm not starting an argument. All I did was ask an innocent question, Honey."
"In this family, when it comes to secrets, there are no innocent parties, nor any privacy either!" she replied in exasperation.
"You and Jack have a secret?" Harry probed. Jack began to back down the hall looking guilty. Harry didn't miss that sign. "Jack, wait a minute. Mandy? What is going on between you two? I told you all about my most intimate stuff, and Jack has confessed to you what you were so intent to know. Can't you share likewise?"
Harry was too close to the mark. Mandy knew she had better come clean about Jack's and her dirty laundry, before her husband got the wrong impression about his wife and son. And after all, she rationalized, hadn't they sort of done something similar? There were no innocents in this family she kept in mind, so she retorted. "Okay, it's no big deal, I sort of jacked Jack. When I was prying out his private business, I plied his prick and let him . . .uh . . . do his business, if you will."
"Mom masturbated me, while I was telling her about us at the hotel, and the porno flick."
Harry looked first at her, then his boy, then back at his wife, and then a huge grin spread across his face. "That is so hot!!" he exclaimed.
"I should have known! Instead of you being jealous, of course, you're turned on! You didn't get mad, you're only getting horny!" Harry was beginning to move closer to Mandy with that glint in his eye, which meant she was going to get wildly screwed. She was all for that but not with Jack at their open door, again!!
Jack sensing an opening, to an open-door policy to his parent's privacy, pleaded, "Can't I watch this once. I've seen the lady that looks like mom on the tape. I've heard you guys doing it lots of times. We all have masturbated together - sort of. I mean, I'm old enough to go to a live sex show, so what's the harm? I won't get a warped personality, because I happen to see my folks making love. That's a beautiful thing. Lots of cultures have the kids in the same small hut, while their parents are shacking. ."
"Quit while you're ahead, son." Harry stopped the prurient plea, mid-sentence. "Why don't you take the chair over there in the corner, and just be quiet while your mother and I continue what we were in the middle of."
"Now, Harry . . ." Mandy began to protest.
"Mandy, you wanted to know how to keep the spark going, that started in Schenectady? Well, you now know what happened, why it happened, and what your two men have in common. We both love you, and while only one of us gets to display that affection physically, you have the power to grant gratification to both, one directly, and the other vicariously. You also get to have the benefit of this odd, but ultimately intense, intimacy. So, 'Do you want to fight, or fuck?' What do you say we let Jack be an observer of our passion? Set an example of what devoted partners do with one another, and how these dedicated parents of his, allow their adult son to know about the joy of sex, second hand at least?"
"I think - ," Mandy began, but then stopped, knowing it was two against one and she was out voted, "I think that you ought to quit while you're ahead, and give me some head instead!" She smiled at Harry, and then at her son.
Harry smiled also, Jack had a shit-eating-grin on his face. Mother had a wide smirk, she was going to entertain the troops of the Kincaid household guard, and their lances were raised in readiness!
Mandy had been kneeling on the mattress all this time, clutching the sheet to her torso, to prevent her child from seeing his mother as unclothed as Eve. Lucky him, tonight the lamp was on. Now, she dropped the pretense of modesty and let go of the bedding. Raising an eyebrow to Jack, as he got an eyeful of his mom's body. Clearly he was pleased with what he was viewing. His mom got the big ogle, it was definitely approving. Harry eased her down on her back, with her long legs stretched in the direction of the chair Jack was seated in, and spread. The youth couldn't observe much though, as a balding head in her crotch was blocking the best view, but Harry's tongue was where it did the most good. Mandy let loose, to go with the flow.
Soon enough the face in the crotch was quickly replaced with hips, as Harry, his fantasy cumming true in part, played the role of the kid. He was eager to unite their genitals, in galloping gyrations of a gynecological lesson for the youthful pupil; whose pupils were quite locked like radar to the action. Mandy was being boffed by 'big boy', while little boy played with his toy. She was very content to being stuffed with her spouse's stiffy. She felt her orgasm rise and crest, more like a rolling hill, rather than a mountain peak. It was nice, but not the sharp spike of a climax she had been having of late, Harry had seemed to be holding back a bit. Neither did she hear Jack ejaculate.
"Give him a hand job!" Harry whispered in her ear.
"Now that's taking things too far!" She protested.
"I want to watch you make him cum. You already did it before, what's the harm in bring him off again for my benefit, as well as his? Neither of us have cum yet, tonight! Help us to get off, Babe. You won't regret it. I know you'll have fun!"
Mandy knew in her heart and womb, her hubby was right, as some part of her said inside her head, 'this is kind of kinky fun, a mad manage, an in-house orgy just among us Kincaids.' She moved over to her son, on hands and knees. Harry crawled over too, to get a good view. Now, mother took son's tool in her palms, and started a milking motion on his member. He nodded in encouragement and made soft sighs, as she gave Jack special attention. The boy's hands went to caress Mandy's hair, as she massaged his prick.
- Next page: Part 02
