Incest/Taboo Tony's World

"I got bored," Paul shouts. "OK? I got bored with you. There, are you happy now?"

There's silence in the room. Eventually, Cindy speaks quietly. "No. I'm not happy Paul." Tears are starting to well up in her eyes.

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean..." Paul tries to explain. "You, you little fuck, I'm going to beat the shit out of you," he says then, directing his anger at me now.

"I doubt that Paul," Cindy sneers at him. "Look at you."

"You're a boring fuck Cindy, if you must know," Paul shouts. Even I gasp at that. "You just lie there like a sack of potatoes. You never even seem interested in sex. So yeah, I fucked Becky. At least she pretends to like me."

"Oh, so you buy her nice shiny gifts and she sucks your little cock for you, is that it?" she spits.

Paul doesn't answer again.

"You're pathetic Paul. A sad excuse for a man," she says, her voice lowered to just above a whisper now.

I look at Paul, and I see he's staring between his wife's legs. She has her knees bent with her arms wrapped around them pulling them close to her chest. But you can still see her pussy. I lean forward slightly, and I can see my cum dripping out of her, with some of it starting to pool on the bed sheets where she's sitting almost upright.

I look down at his cock, and it's rock hard. He's not holding it now, but there's precum starting to hang down in a long drip from his pisshole. He's turned on. Looking at my cum leaking from his wife is turning him on.

When I look over at Cindy, she's looking at his cock too, and she sees him looking at her swollen pussy that I've just hammered for the best part of an hour. Then, she spreads her legs slightly, I only noticed the subtle movement because I'm sitting so close to her. But she definitely opened herself up for him. She wants him to see what I've done to her.

"You're little whore, Becky? Does she fuck other men for you?" Cindy says then.

"What?" says Paul, looking back up at Cindy's eyes. "What do you mean? Of course not."

"Oh, you seem to like it," she says.

He doesn't answer, but I see his cock twitch. The drop of precum falls off and lands on the carpet.

Cindy releases her arms from around her legs, and lets herself fall back on the pillows propped up at the top of the bed. This spreads her legs even wider. I'm sitting upright on the bed, but I feel Cindy's hand on my arm. She wants me to lie down beside her.

As I lean back on my elbow, and just as I'm about to rest my head on the pillow beside her, she reaches her arm around me and guides my head down to her chest, bringing my mouth to her nipple. I open my mouth and take it in, then slowly swirl my tongue around it, before sucking her nipple and as much of her tit flesh into my mouth as I can. I see her right hand is caressing her other tit.

Her tits are fantastic, they've always been a fantasy of my youth, so to be sucking on them is a dream come true, even in this messed up situation.

I look over at Paul as I suck on his wife's tit, and he has his hand wrapped around his cock again. He really is into this, looking at another man with his wife.

"You see his cock Paul? That's what a real one looks like," Cindy says, with bitterness, but also lust in her voice.

He says nothing, but strokes himself even harder. He looks pathetic, and old. Cindy deserves so much more than that loser. She's a fucking goddess.

I'm hard as steel again. I don't like to boast, but there is no comparison, size wise, between Paul's cock and mine. He is around 5 inches, and pretty narrow. He can't compete with the cock throbbing between my legs right now, in his bed.

"Don't worry about him Cindy. You have me now. You don't need that little cock of his anymore," I say. It's the first time I've spoken since her husband came into the room.

As I've listened to their fight, an overwhelming urge to protect Cindy has come over me, to make her feel good, to feel wanted. And I do want her, that's not a lie. But I also want to belittle her prick husband.

When I speak it seems to ignite a fire in Cindy. She sits upright and pushes me onto my back. Then she lowers her head into my lap and engulfs my cock. She's on her knees with her ass up in the air, pointing directly at Paul. I notice she has her legs spread for him, so he should be getting a good view of my massive load pouring out of his wife.

She's pushing my cock down into her throat, which makes her cough and gasp. I suspect this is on purpose. I doubt she's ever had to gasp for breath while taking her husband's cock into her mouth.

I raise both of my hands behind my head, interlocking my fingers, and lie back enjoying getting sucked off by this stunning milf. I catch her husband's eye, and he looks at me with utter disdain, but he's still stroking his cock.

Cindy lifts her head off me and turns around to Paul. "Would you mind not standing there like a freak. Sit down on a fucking chair if you want to watch a man fuck me properly. You might even learn something."

I can't believe it when he does what he's told. He sits down in the corner, but he can still see everything we're doing. I actually laugh out loud, and Cindy smiles at me, then giggles as she kisses me on the mouth before shoving her tongue inside. She's being such a bitch to him, but he deserves it. He's been cheating on her and making her feel like shit for too long.

She swings her leg over my body and drops herself down on my pole in one movement. My cock slips into her sloppy fuck hole with ease. I can hear some of the cum from my first load splutter out, and then I feel the wetness flow down around my ball sack.

She starts rolling her hips, gyrating on my cock, and arches her back as she sits up straight. I have a perfect view of her magnificent tits, so I take the opportunity to live out my dream and maul them to my hearts content as she rides me.

"I never thought I would have a cock reach so far inside me. Fuck Tony, that's it honey, I've never been stretched like this before," Cindy says, laying it on thick for her audience.

Until now, I had let Cindy do the work, but I want to show Paul what I can really do to his wife. So I grab hold of her perfect ass with both hands, and start thrusting up into her from underneath. I fuck her like a jackhammer, and the slapping noises from our sex is deafening.

Then without any warning, I slap her hard on the ass as we screw, once, twice, then a third time. Each slap brings her closer to her orgasm, and two minutes later after constant cock pounding she cums, hard. Her body tenses up, and then she flops down on top of me as she exhales a growling moan.

I slow down, but I don't stop driving my cock up into her. When I think she's conscious enough again, I pick up the pace, and within seconds we're fucking harder than ever. She cums again minutes later.

"Cum in me like this," she whispers into my ear so he can't hear. "I want him to see you putting your seed in me."

I've already cum tonight, and I have good stamina. But what Cindy just said speeds things up for me and brings me to the edge.

"You ready for it baby," I say to her out loud.

"In my pussy Tony, I want it in my pussy," she breathes.

Hearing her say my name like that tips me over the edge, and my cock erupts into her. I cum harder than I expected, with seven or eight good spurts shooting out.

She stays on top of me for a minute while I recover, then she lifts her leg over me again and lays down on her back, spreading her legs. My thick white load is flowing out around her lips and down her ass crack.

"Clean me," she says then. For a second, I think she's talking to me. I'm still sweating and catching my breath on the pillow beside her. I look over at her, but she's looking at her husband.

He doesn't move, or say anything.

"Are you fucking deaf?" she said then, raising her voice.

Slowly, he stands up, but doesn't move. Then after maybe a minute, he takes a step closer to the bed. Cindy is just lying there with her legs spread, waiting. Her pussy is a fucking mess. I've shot two massive loads into her, and it's dribbling out everywhere.

I notice Paul has taken off his pants, so he's naked from the waist down. He's still pulling at his cock as he walks over.

I can't believe he's going to do this. Mister high and fucking mighty, the big boss at his company, treating everyone like shit.

Honestly, I'd say this is the first time anyone has ever spoken to him the way Cindy has tonight, and I think it's getting him off. He's probably just as shocked as I am that he's going to eat my cum.

He kneels down on the bed, his bed, then brings his face down close to his wife's pussy. The room reeks of sex. Mine and Cindy's sex. He's just the bystander.

Both of us are staring at him as he brings his head down further. Then he sticks his tongue out and presses it against her slit, dipping it straight into where my load is flowing out the heaviest.

He recoils, but keeps his face there, and then clamps his mouth down on her pussy lips. I can hear him slurp and suck up my sperm, and I even see him swallow it.

Just as he swallows, he jerks violently on the bed, then grunts loudly. I look down at his crotch just in time to see him ejaculating onto the bed as he strokes himself.

Cindy is pushing as much of my cum out as she can. Her abdominal muscles are tensing with her effort, but it's working.

"You're not finished," she says to him, completely ignoring the fact he's just cum himself. But he does what he's told and brings his mouth back to her snatch to finish off cleaning her up.

"OK, that's enough," she says dismissively a couple of minutes later.

Paul stands up and leaves the room as quickly as he can. He doesn't look at either one of us.

"What the fuck was that?" I say, when he closes the door behind him.

"I have no idea," Cindy says. "It's the first time we've ever done anything like that. I could feel it you know, your thick cream sliding down my hole as he sucked it out," she says, clearly excited.

"He gets turned on looking at you get fucked by other men. You had to have known he was into this?" I say, genuinely curious.

"Honestly, I didn't. The way he obediently did what I told him. That just came to me in the heat of the moment, to humiliate him. I said it because I had already given up on our marriage, I wanted to show him I've lost all respect for him. In his work he doesn't take orders from anyone. That was probably the first time in the last twenty years anyone has even told him what to do," Cindy says.

"Maybe that's what gets him off. He's not used to being bossed about," I say.

"If I knew he was into seeing me with other men, maybe I would have done something like this a lot sooner. I could have actually enjoyed something in my sex life," she says, and there's a sadness to that.

"Well, better late than never," I say, and put my arm around her.

"I do still love him," she says quietly, her head resting on my shoulder. "Even with his affair. I love him, but I think this has changed things. In our sex life I mean. I don't want this to end here."

"It doesn't have to end Cindy. I'm not going to lie, I had the best sex of my life tonight."

"Humiliating him like that, it was thrilling," she says.

"Hey, I'm up for it anytime, you just say the word and I'm over here. But is it a good idea to base your sex life with your husband entirely on something like what we just did to him? That can't be healthy Cindy," I say. Why I would potentially fuck up the good thing I have going on, I do not know.

"Well, it can't get any worse than it was. At least it's a starting point. Maybe we can work on it from here. The only thing I know for sure is I loved it. Everything. And I need more of your cock Tony, so much more."

"Just try and keep me away. Now I've gotten a taste for you, I'll never have enough," I say.

Cindy looks at me seriously when I say this, then she bursts out laughing a few seconds later. "That's so fucking corny Tony, oh my god!"

"Hey, I was trying to be romantic," I say back, pretending to be offended.

"Well don't," she says smiling. "I don't need romance, I need this," and she takes hold of my fat cock.

"Brian can never know about this Tony. What we did, or about his father. Never," Cindy pleads suddenly.

"Don't worry, I'll never breathe a word to him. I don't want to lose my friend," I say, reassuring her.

"Or your mom. She would never speak to me again if she knew I fucked her son," she says.

"She won't hear it from me, that's for sure," I tell her truthfully. Mom would kill me if she knew about this.

We stay lying on the bed for another 30 minutes, kissing, talking, fondling each other.

Then Cindy says, "I think you should go home Tony. Paul and I need to have a conversation."

"Sure, I get it. Absolutely," I say, and start to get dressed.

"Call me," I say. "Whenever you need me."

"Oh, I will sweetie. Trust me."

"I can't believe we've just one more year of college left," Brian says. It's Thursday afternoon and we're having lunch in the staff breakroom in the hotel.

"Then we have to get real jobs. Fuck, even thinking about that is depressing," I say, before taking a bite from the delicious steak sandwich the chef made.

"You left pretty quick when you're shift finished yesterday. I saw you cycling past the health center like a madman. Have you something to tell me?" he says, raising an eyebrow.

"What do you mean? Like what?" I say, sounding very paranoid.

"OK, OK, chill. Jeez, relax man. I thought maybe you had a secret little romance going on. Nothing makes a man cycle that fast except pussy."

I relax a little and can't help but smile.

"I fucking knew it. So, who is she? Do I know her?" he asks.

"Doubt it," I say, as I continue to eat.

"Bullshit. If you can cycle to her from her, I fucking know her. I bet it's one of those girls we were taking to at the weekend," he says, referring to two women we met in the bar on Sunday night. "I didn't think you could see clearly enough to remember either of them. Well done, I'm impressed."

"Nah, it's not one of them."

"It must be one of those old sluts that come into the golf club so. I told you they all wet themselves when they see you," he says.

"No way, as if," I say, but I don't sound very convincing. I'm a terrible liar.

"I fucking knew it. It was only a matter of time. I've been saying it for years. Damn, I should have made a bet with you that this would happen. So, who is it?" he says, looking pretty delighted with himself.

I'm such an idiot. I can never tell him it's his mom. Why couldn't I just have made up some crap about an emergency at home or something.

"She swore me to secrecy. You see, she's married, and she doesn't want anyone finding out. I can't betray her trust. It's probably just a one time thing anyway," I say.

"Oh, a married one. This just keeps getting better. Plenty of good ol hubby's cash to splash on her new toy," he says. I need this conversation to end, now.

"So, what's your hours for the weekend like?" I say then, trying to change the subject.

"Fuck that. Your not getting off that easily. You need to tell me about this new sugar mommy of yours."

"Hey, it's not like that, at all," I say, possibly sounding a little too defensive.

"So it's just about the sex then?"

"Well, yeah. I suppose. If you want to put it like that," I say, really wishing he would drop it. But then, if the shoe was on the other foot I would be demanding all the details from him.

"Nice. Is she good? The older ones usually are. Plenty of experience."

"Yeah, she's good. Now can we drop it," I say, then I stand up to leave.

"Jeez, what's your problem? If she's making you this stressed out she's not worth it dude."

He's right. I am stressed, but it's not all Cindy's fault. I feel guilty. It's my best friend's mom, and I'm realizing I'm a shitty friend.

"I'm sorry. You're right. I need to chill out about it," I say, making myself calm down a bit.

"Good. Just enjoy it. I'd love to get me an old milf for the summer too. See if she's any friends for me," he says laughing, and slaps me on the back. "Does she have kids?"

I hesitate before answering, "Yeah, two I think," then I leave the break room feeling a little sick.

I don't hear anything from Cindy on Thursday or Friday, not even a text. I picked up my phone so many times to message her, but I talk myself down at the last second each time.

I'm desperate to see her again. or even just hear from her. I need to know what happened between her and Paul after I left on Wednesday.

It's 6pm on Saturday evening and I'm just out of the shower. I'm getting ready to go drinking with Paul and some other friends. I know, I didn't learn my lesson after all about not drinking. As if I was going to! Both Brian and I are off work this evening so we decided to make the most of the opportunity. Nothing like a Saturday night on the town.

My phone lights up on the bedside table just as I'm buckling my belt. I pick it up assuming it's Brian asking where I am. We all arranged to meet at our friend Phil's house for some pre-drinks at 6, but I got delayed doing some yard work for mom and dad.

I almost fumble the phone when I see a message from Cindy.

Hey mister, we need to talk

Hi. I'm just on my way out. With your son. What do you want to talk about, I say, trying to play it cool.

But I am a little pissed she hasn't contacted me until now. It's been what, three days, after everything that happened.

Sorry, he told me that yesterday. I completely forgot. We can talk tomorrow or whenever is good for you.

No it's fine, we can talk now.

I answer on the third ring.

"Hi Cindy, how are ya?" I say when answering.

"Tony, how are you honey? So much has happened since Wednesday. I'm sorry I didn't get to call you until now. Just a lot of family stuff, I'll fill you in again," she says quickly. Now I feel bad, of course she has a life that doesn't revolve around me.

"No worries. I hope everything is OK?" I say.

"Yeah, it's all good. I've missed you. I know it's only been three days. But you left an impression, if you know what I mean!" she managed to make that last part sound really dirty.

"I've missed you too. How did things go with your husband?" I'm not even saying the asshole's name.

"Well, that's what I want to talk to you about. We had a long talk about everything. I'll tell you the whole story some other time. But in short, I guess we just grew apart down through the years and started neglecting each others needs, sexually mainly. There's more to it than just that, but we've decided to try again. With some changes," she says.

"Oh really," I say, and I can't help sounding disappointed.

"Yes, some big changes. And that's what I want to talk to you about. We had a blazing row after you left, but Paul really opened up to me in the end. I had no idea. He admitted again that he had grown bored of our sex life, and being honest, he has a point. I lost interest in sex, with him, a long time ago.

But when he saw me with you the other night, he said something clicked in him. Something he didn't even know was there. When he saw you and me have sex, his desire for me came flooding back, partly due to his jealousy reminding him he still wanted me, but it was also the humiliation, the way I treated him, and that you're Brian's friend, that was part of the kick for him too," Cindy says, hardly taking a breath. she seems excited!

"OK, so what happens from here?" I ask.

"Well, we really talked about everything. What turns us on. You know, really opening up and being honest with each other. It's the first time we've ever done that Tony," she continues.

"And?" I say, patiently waiting for her to get on with it.

"Well, we think having you join us occasionally would be a good thing. For us I mean. That's only if you're OK with it too, obviously. He wants to be... humiliated, I think. I'm still figuring it out too. He was calling you my bull. I don't even know what that means, just that it made me horny hearing him call you that. He kept talking about your big cock, and how it was so much bigger than his. I thought men were paranoid about that sort of thing, but he seemed to enjoy it," she says, then takes a long pause. "So, what do you think Tony? This is all weird, I know."

I take a few seconds to gather my thoughts before saying anything.

"Tony, are you still there?" Cindy says, not sure if I've hung up or not.

"Yeah, I'm here Cindy. You're right, this is weird," I start to say, "But I like it. It's hot as fuck actually."

"Oh Tony, does that mean what I hope it means?"

"Yes, I'll let him watch us," after thinking about it again for another few seconds. "But I have some conditions. He better stay out of my way, I don't want his flabby ass cock blocking me when I want to fuck you. And this is a deal breaker, you have to be empty when I fuck you. I'm not sticking my dick into his load," I say, and I immediately feel bad. "I'm sorry to be so blunt."

"Don't be sorry," Cindy says. "There's another thing I wanted to talk to you about. This is kinda embarrassing. I want you to, I'm not sure how to say it, I want you to treat me, like a slut? God, I can't believe I'm saying this to you. I drove you to little league for crying out loud!"

"Well, you are a slut," I say, and there's silence on the line. "I'm kidding Cindy. Are you sure you want all this?" I don't think she's a slut. Well, not really. Maybe a little bit.

"Sorry, that was just a shock hearing you say that. Yes... yes I want this. It's giving my marriage a chance. But it's giving me a sex life I've always craved. I'm just still getting my head around everything."

"OK, once you're sure, and Paul isn't forcing you into this. If he is then leave that fucker, you don't need him. I'm sorry if I was disrespectful just now. I respect you so much Cindy. Your husband on the other hand..."

"I'm sure, I promise. He's not forcing me into anything," Cindy says, and I believe her. "He said it was the biggest thrill of his life. It was the same for me too you know, Tony."

"We're only getting started. You're mine now Cindy," I say, getting a little turned on by the conversation.

"Can you come over this evening? Brian's gone out so we won't have anyone disturbing us," she says. I can hear the excitement in her voice.

"I know he's gone out. I was just about to go meet him. But... I go out with Brian all the time. I think I should pay his mommy a visit tonight instead," I say, making my mind up, and getting into the mood in seconds.

"Oh shit, yes of course you're meeting him, I forgot," she says, then after a pause adds, "We're bad doing this to him, aren't we?"

"Yes, but my consolation is knowing with certainty he would do the same if it was the other way around. I've seen how he looks at my mom," I add. "I'll see you in 30 minutes."

When I hang up from Cindy, I text Brian letting him know I'm cancelling. I make up an excuse saying I'm not feeling well, but he sees through it.

You're gone fucking that old cougar. Respect. See you at work on Monday. I won't tell you what a great night you're missing, he replies, and I feel more than a twinge of guilt.

When I arrive at Cindy's house I park my bike up, leaning it against the wall beside their two expensive cars. Cindy texted me letting me know the back door would be open, and to just let myself in.

I look around the downstairs rooms, but there's nobody around. So I make my way to the staircase and start walking up to the bedroom. When I reach the top, I glance to the right, to Brian's room, and I can't help but feel like I'm betraying him. I'm about to do unspeakable things to his mother.

I turn left on the landing and walk to Cindy and Paul's room. As I get closer, there's a noticeable silence, almost eerily so. The door is ajar so I walk straight in.

I see Paul first, sitting on the same chair as Wednesday evening in the corner of the room. He looks towards the door as I walk through.

"Where's Cindy?" I say but I don't wait for an answer. "I heard she needs a man to service her," and I don't even look at him, I just fix my cock in my pants for effect. I think I'm a natural at humiliating this prick.

He doesn't say anything, but I see him subtly rub his cock in his pants.

I can't help but have doubts about coming here and getting involved in this, whatever it is, but I'm not going to let him see those fears. I'm just a young guy trying to get some sex, I never intended getting mixed up in some weird kinky shit like this.

When I step into the room, Cindy walks out of their en suite. My breath is taken away when I see her, that beautiful woman I've always wanted to get my hands on. Her long blonde hair is flowing loosely behind her, which is not something I've seen very often but it makes her look even better.

She's wearing a matching black bra and panties. Her tits look amazing in the low cut bra, which barely covers her nipples. I don't know where to look there's so much of her perfect body on show. I let my eyes roam over her toned stomach, down to the panties that just barely cover her.

"This useless motherfucker not up to the job again," I say, as I laugh and point my thumb in Paul's direction.

When I walked into the bedroom, I decided to start the whole role play thing that Cindy wanted and really belittle him. It was a gamble, but it seems to be paying off.

She giggles like a teenager and catches my hand. He just sits there and takes the abuse. She walks to the bed, past where her husband is sitting, guiding me behind her. Then she stops a few feet in front of him and starts to undress me. My t-shirt comes off first, then she starts undoing my pants.

When she manages to get them open, she reaches her hand inside my boxers and fishes out my massive semi hard cock.

When she's happy he can see what she's doing, she kneels down and sucks me into her mouth. She uses her mouth to get me fully hard, then stands and strips off fully for me.

Cindy and I fuck in every imaginable position on her bed for the next hour. I have to hold off cumming on a few occasions, especially when I'm giving it to her doggy. Cindy has no such worries about trying to last longer, she fucks herself through multiple orgasms.

Paul stripped off while his wife and I fucked, we didn't even notice him get undressed. I caught a few glimpses of him stroking himself while looking at us

At one stage he came over to the bed for a closer look. He kneeled down on the floor beside the bed as I fucked Cindy from behind while both of us lay on our sides. Cindy scooched us over to the edge of the bed, bringing her pussy a few inches from his face.

While we fucked in this position, my cock slipped out a few times. One of those times, Cindy stopped me reaching around to guide my cock back to her pussy.

"Let him do it," she whispered to me, but loud enough for him to hear.

I froze, I hadn't expected something like this to happen. But that thought quickly evaporated as the idea of a husband putting my cock into his wife took over my mind, and it became a massive turn on.

I felt his hand on my cock. Another man's hand. And then all I could feel was his wife's wet hole engulf me again. I'm not gay, or have any kind of doubts about my sexuality, but that was pretty fucking hot.

A few minutes later, I'm back fucking Cindy on all fours from behind when I feel my climax brewing again, and I this time I need to release it too much to keep going. When I ask Cindy where she wants my load, she immediately says, "In my mouth," and quickly turns around on the bed, staying on her hands and knees, but facing me.

She takes me into her mouth and it only takes three or four swirls of her tongue to finish me off. I dump one of the biggest loads of my life into her willing mouth, and it honestly amazes me that she managed to keep it all in. I can guess what she's planning after what she made Paul do the last time.

Sure enough, when I've finished cumming, she carefully slides my tip out of her mouth, and turns around to face her husband, who is still kneeling at the side of the bed. She lies down flat on her stomach and reaches her hand around the back of his neck, pulling him towards her. I see him hesitate and freeze, but then relent and tilt his head to the side as they lock their lips together and open their mouths.

When they start making out with my load mixing around their tongues, I decide my part in this is done. So I put on my boxers and leave them to it. They're still kissing when I look back as I walk out of the bedroom.

I go downstairs and make myself a snack, I've worked up quite an appetite, then I sit and watch some TV while eating. When I'm finished, I make my way back upstairs, and down the hall towards Cindy's room again.

Paul is back in his chair, and Cindy is lying on the bed naked. I take off my boxers again, and climb under the covers beside Cindy. She gets the message and pulls the covers over her body too, then backs her way over beside me. I roll onto my side, wrapping my arm around her bringing her ass tight to my crotch, into a comfortable spooning position. My hard cock is nestled between her thighs.

I reach my hand back and flick off the bedside light, leaving the room in darkness. After a minute or so, I hear Paul stand up and leave.