11-24-2025, 04:49 PM
My son Sam was 30 years old and still lived at home. This was for practical reasons – he had a well-paying job but no partner and was saving for a mortgage down payment. Many others his age were in exactly the same situation.
Less common (although there were certainly many of us) was that his mother and I fucked him.
Sam had grown into a handsome man. Six feet tall, plump, with blond hair and blue eyes. Pale skin that flushed red when he was aroused, like now. When my wife and I went to bed, he was already waiting for us.
My wife and I were both in our early fifties. Doreen had rich brown hair and brown eyes, huge breasts, and a once flat stomach that was just beginning to protrude. I was 1.80 meters tall, broad-shouldered, had a big belly, and a lot of body hair.
Sam lay on our bed wearing only a diaper. He was kneeling with his legs spread, his thick crotch pressed against the mattress. The pink blush on his ample breasts told me he'd already been using them for a while. He was sucking greedily on the pacifier in his mouth.
“Greedy boy,” I scolded him gently. “You should have waited for us. You know how much your mother loves changing your diaper.”
Sam said nothing, just looked at us with silent desire and fucked more wildly on the mattress. As we watched – my cock getting hard in my pants – he whimpered around the pacifier with his eyes closed, pinching and twisting his pink nipples.
I grabbed my penis through my pants. My wife licked her lips and squeezed her thighs together. Sam groaned as his rubbing made him come in his diaper.
Then he slumped down with his head bowed and supported himself with his hands.
“I suppose you’ll still have a chance to change his diaper,” I said dryly to Doren, unbuckling my belt. “Of course, only after we’ve had our fun.”
My wife and I undressed. I briefly squeezed my penis and pinched Doreen's nipple. She gasped and gave me a sly look.
"Should I breastfeed him first?" she suggested.
My penis got even harder. "Mm. Yes."
I sat down on the chair in a corner of the room and slowly brought my erection to a head. Doreen sat on the bed and gently patted Sam's thigh to signal him to move over. He readily obeyed. She slid back down onto the pillows.
Sam rolled straight back, one leg bent, the other stretched out. That gave me a good view of what I now realized was a wet diaper. His hands closed around his mother's breasts, squeezing and cushioning them, making her gasp. He spat out the pacifier. It fell over Doreen's breasts and stomach before she could catch it. He lowered his head and suckled a large, swollen nipple into his mouth. She cooed softly at him and stroked his head. He suckled like any baby, greedily and hungrily, even though she had stopped producing milk years ago. She had breastfed him for as long as she could, and although she could prolong it with pills, she had finally had enough. It was a shame. I loved the sight of her milk running down his chin. "Suck hard. Mommy loves that. Mommy loves it when her little boy suckles on her hard, sore nipples."
Sam moaned and shifted his weight from one breast to the other, sucking with just as much fervor on each. Doreen's legs parted, revealing her plump pussy and sparse pubic hair. She spread her labia with two fingers and stroked her glistening clitoris.
Still holding the pacifier, she slid the nipple up and down her wet skin, covering it with her vaginal fluid. She rolled it around her clitoris, her hand moving faster, rubbing herself with the nipple.
Our grown son fondled her breasts. Soon she experienced a shuddering orgasm. The pacifier was gone, and two fingers flashed as she pleasured herself. Sam's slurping competed with the wet sound of her fingers.
Finally, she slumped back and gently pushed Sam's head away. He licked her nipple one last time with his tongue; his reluctance was obvious, but we both had other plans for him now.
"Let's take off your dirty diaper," she said, still a little out of breath. Sam lay in the middle of the bed, squirming slightly, his mother kneeling beside him.
I watched intently as he slowly stroked my penis, spreading pre-cum over the head and shaft. Doreen opened the flaps on the side of his diaper and pulled the front down. I leaned forward and stroked faster when I saw what he had produced. The diaper was smooth and soaked with semen and piss.
My wife lowered her head and licked the mess, taking some of his semen into her mouth. Filthy, damn filthy, and so damn hot. She sucked briefly on the tip of his semi-erect penis and pulled away with a throaty giggle as he groaned and his hips twitched.
She leaned back into the pillows and watched. Now it was my turn.
I climbed onto the bed, knelt over Sam's legs, and looked down at my son's sweaty, chubby body. I loved him so much: his full man-breasts, his belly, his penis. His wet diaper.
I held my penis tightly and concentrated as I squeezed out a stream of piss. It splashed over his penis, over his balls, and ran down to his hole. It soaked into his already wet diaper. Next to us, I heard my wife fingering her pussy again.
"Shit, that's good," I groaned softly. It was hard to piss through an erection, especially since pissing on my son made me even harder. I aimed higher, spraying over his chest, over his fleshy tits, and back down to his cock.
"Fuck me, Daddy?" he begged. "Please?"
"Do you want this?" I asked, pulling my cock over his. His piss sprayed everywhere. I reached down, scooped up some of his cum, and put it in his mouth. He opened it eagerly and sucked on my fingers. Dirty slut. "Do you want Daddy's cock in your pussy? Do you want Daddy to plow your pretty baby pussy?"
"Mhm," he said hoarsely, sucking harder on my fingers.
"Okay. Spread your legs for Daddy."
I scooted back so he could lift his legs and slide his arms under his knees. His large belly protruded between his fleshy thighs. He reached for his exposed hole and slowly pulled out a huge butt plug.
"Good boy," I said, briefly stroking his now hard erection. "You prepared yourself for Daddy's cock all by yourself."
"Fuck him," my wife hissed as her fingers plunged deep into her pussy. "Stick your cock in his greedy cunt and fuck him. Make him squeal."
I watched her with amusement. When she got going, Doreen was a hot slut.
I adjusted my cock, briefly dipped my hand into the semen and piss to add extra lube, and then thrust into my son's gaping asshole. He let out a soft, pleasurable whimper.
I thrust my hips forward, penetrating him and pulling out a few inches before plunging back in. Sam groaned with each thrust, spreading his legs wide.
"Take it," I growled. "Take Daddy's cock, take my sperm, fuck..."
I was so close I was about to come. "I'm going to fill your baby pussy with cum," I moaned, "and get you pregnant... uh... fuck..."
With one last hard thrust, I came, shooting my sperm deep inside him. I kept fucking him, loving his squeals as he grabbed his cock and jerked off. I pushed his hand away. He didn't come until we allowed it. I pulled him out. Doreen (who had probably come at least once, maybe even twice, since I started fucking Sam) pounced on me and devoured my cock. She sucked our son's sperm until my glans glistened with her saliva. I moved aside, back to the chair, leaving Doreen to complete the final act of our nightly ritual. She slid back between Sam's still-raised and spread legs, lowered her head, and closed her lips around his swollen hole. Sam moaned as she fucked him with her tongue, trying to get as much sperm out of him as possible. Sam was soon writhing on the bed, beside herself with pleasure, his short, thick cock bobbing and jumping. I felt sorry for him and moved closer again, taking his penis in my hand.
I masturbated my son with short, sharp movements. He squealed again and again as I brought my little piggy to orgasm. Thick, white semen sprayed over his belly, over his plump tits, all the way up to his chin.
When Doreen finished her tongue work on his ass, I leaned forward and licked up Sam's semen. I loved the feel of his plump belly and loved sucking his thick nipples into my mouth. I gave him a quick, passionate kiss and then pulled away.
I had to pat Doreen on the shoulder to make her leave. If I let her, she would lick our boy for hours.
I got the things we needed for changing his diaper. Sam lifted his legs again; Doreen took out the soiled diaper and handed it to me. I rolled it up while she wiped his bottom, penis, and testicles with some baby wipes. She patted him dry with a towel and then powdered him until his semi-erect penis was smooth and pale again. I handed her a clean diaper, and she soon had it back on.
"There," she said, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. I saw their tongues flash. "All clean. Go to bed now, Mommy will change you again tomorrow."
Sam smiled at both of us. "I love you."
We smiled back at him. "We love you too. Go now, or I'll spank you."
He laughed. "Not exactly an incentive to behave, Dad..."
Less common (although there were certainly many of us) was that his mother and I fucked him.
Sam had grown into a handsome man. Six feet tall, plump, with blond hair and blue eyes. Pale skin that flushed red when he was aroused, like now. When my wife and I went to bed, he was already waiting for us.
My wife and I were both in our early fifties. Doreen had rich brown hair and brown eyes, huge breasts, and a once flat stomach that was just beginning to protrude. I was 1.80 meters tall, broad-shouldered, had a big belly, and a lot of body hair.
Sam lay on our bed wearing only a diaper. He was kneeling with his legs spread, his thick crotch pressed against the mattress. The pink blush on his ample breasts told me he'd already been using them for a while. He was sucking greedily on the pacifier in his mouth.
“Greedy boy,” I scolded him gently. “You should have waited for us. You know how much your mother loves changing your diaper.”
Sam said nothing, just looked at us with silent desire and fucked more wildly on the mattress. As we watched – my cock getting hard in my pants – he whimpered around the pacifier with his eyes closed, pinching and twisting his pink nipples.
I grabbed my penis through my pants. My wife licked her lips and squeezed her thighs together. Sam groaned as his rubbing made him come in his diaper.
Then he slumped down with his head bowed and supported himself with his hands.
“I suppose you’ll still have a chance to change his diaper,” I said dryly to Doren, unbuckling my belt. “Of course, only after we’ve had our fun.”
My wife and I undressed. I briefly squeezed my penis and pinched Doreen's nipple. She gasped and gave me a sly look.
"Should I breastfeed him first?" she suggested.
My penis got even harder. "Mm. Yes."
I sat down on the chair in a corner of the room and slowly brought my erection to a head. Doreen sat on the bed and gently patted Sam's thigh to signal him to move over. He readily obeyed. She slid back down onto the pillows.
Sam rolled straight back, one leg bent, the other stretched out. That gave me a good view of what I now realized was a wet diaper. His hands closed around his mother's breasts, squeezing and cushioning them, making her gasp. He spat out the pacifier. It fell over Doreen's breasts and stomach before she could catch it. He lowered his head and suckled a large, swollen nipple into his mouth. She cooed softly at him and stroked his head. He suckled like any baby, greedily and hungrily, even though she had stopped producing milk years ago. She had breastfed him for as long as she could, and although she could prolong it with pills, she had finally had enough. It was a shame. I loved the sight of her milk running down his chin. "Suck hard. Mommy loves that. Mommy loves it when her little boy suckles on her hard, sore nipples."
Sam moaned and shifted his weight from one breast to the other, sucking with just as much fervor on each. Doreen's legs parted, revealing her plump pussy and sparse pubic hair. She spread her labia with two fingers and stroked her glistening clitoris.
Still holding the pacifier, she slid the nipple up and down her wet skin, covering it with her vaginal fluid. She rolled it around her clitoris, her hand moving faster, rubbing herself with the nipple.
Our grown son fondled her breasts. Soon she experienced a shuddering orgasm. The pacifier was gone, and two fingers flashed as she pleasured herself. Sam's slurping competed with the wet sound of her fingers.
Finally, she slumped back and gently pushed Sam's head away. He licked her nipple one last time with his tongue; his reluctance was obvious, but we both had other plans for him now.
"Let's take off your dirty diaper," she said, still a little out of breath. Sam lay in the middle of the bed, squirming slightly, his mother kneeling beside him.
I watched intently as he slowly stroked my penis, spreading pre-cum over the head and shaft. Doreen opened the flaps on the side of his diaper and pulled the front down. I leaned forward and stroked faster when I saw what he had produced. The diaper was smooth and soaked with semen and piss.
My wife lowered her head and licked the mess, taking some of his semen into her mouth. Filthy, damn filthy, and so damn hot. She sucked briefly on the tip of his semi-erect penis and pulled away with a throaty giggle as he groaned and his hips twitched.
She leaned back into the pillows and watched. Now it was my turn.
I climbed onto the bed, knelt over Sam's legs, and looked down at my son's sweaty, chubby body. I loved him so much: his full man-breasts, his belly, his penis. His wet diaper.
I held my penis tightly and concentrated as I squeezed out a stream of piss. It splashed over his penis, over his balls, and ran down to his hole. It soaked into his already wet diaper. Next to us, I heard my wife fingering her pussy again.
"Shit, that's good," I groaned softly. It was hard to piss through an erection, especially since pissing on my son made me even harder. I aimed higher, spraying over his chest, over his fleshy tits, and back down to his cock.
"Fuck me, Daddy?" he begged. "Please?"
"Do you want this?" I asked, pulling my cock over his. His piss sprayed everywhere. I reached down, scooped up some of his cum, and put it in his mouth. He opened it eagerly and sucked on my fingers. Dirty slut. "Do you want Daddy's cock in your pussy? Do you want Daddy to plow your pretty baby pussy?"
"Mhm," he said hoarsely, sucking harder on my fingers.
"Okay. Spread your legs for Daddy."
I scooted back so he could lift his legs and slide his arms under his knees. His large belly protruded between his fleshy thighs. He reached for his exposed hole and slowly pulled out a huge butt plug.
"Good boy," I said, briefly stroking his now hard erection. "You prepared yourself for Daddy's cock all by yourself."
"Fuck him," my wife hissed as her fingers plunged deep into her pussy. "Stick your cock in his greedy cunt and fuck him. Make him squeal."
I watched her with amusement. When she got going, Doreen was a hot slut.
I adjusted my cock, briefly dipped my hand into the semen and piss to add extra lube, and then thrust into my son's gaping asshole. He let out a soft, pleasurable whimper.
I thrust my hips forward, penetrating him and pulling out a few inches before plunging back in. Sam groaned with each thrust, spreading his legs wide.
"Take it," I growled. "Take Daddy's cock, take my sperm, fuck..."
I was so close I was about to come. "I'm going to fill your baby pussy with cum," I moaned, "and get you pregnant... uh... fuck..."
With one last hard thrust, I came, shooting my sperm deep inside him. I kept fucking him, loving his squeals as he grabbed his cock and jerked off. I pushed his hand away. He didn't come until we allowed it. I pulled him out. Doreen (who had probably come at least once, maybe even twice, since I started fucking Sam) pounced on me and devoured my cock. She sucked our son's sperm until my glans glistened with her saliva. I moved aside, back to the chair, leaving Doreen to complete the final act of our nightly ritual. She slid back between Sam's still-raised and spread legs, lowered her head, and closed her lips around his swollen hole. Sam moaned as she fucked him with her tongue, trying to get as much sperm out of him as possible. Sam was soon writhing on the bed, beside herself with pleasure, his short, thick cock bobbing and jumping. I felt sorry for him and moved closer again, taking his penis in my hand.
I masturbated my son with short, sharp movements. He squealed again and again as I brought my little piggy to orgasm. Thick, white semen sprayed over his belly, over his plump tits, all the way up to his chin.
When Doreen finished her tongue work on his ass, I leaned forward and licked up Sam's semen. I loved the feel of his plump belly and loved sucking his thick nipples into my mouth. I gave him a quick, passionate kiss and then pulled away.
I had to pat Doreen on the shoulder to make her leave. If I let her, she would lick our boy for hours.
I got the things we needed for changing his diaper. Sam lifted his legs again; Doreen took out the soiled diaper and handed it to me. I rolled it up while she wiped his bottom, penis, and testicles with some baby wipes. She patted him dry with a towel and then powdered him until his semi-erect penis was smooth and pale again. I handed her a clean diaper, and she soon had it back on.
"There," she said, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips. I saw their tongues flash. "All clean. Go to bed now, Mommy will change you again tomorrow."
Sam smiled at both of us. "I love you."
We smiled back at him. "We love you too. Go now, or I'll spank you."
He laughed. "Not exactly an incentive to behave, Dad..."