Chapter 1: A Harsh Confession
Tom and Joyce lay side by side on the bed, the covers thrown back, both their naked bodies sweating. They caught their breath after a hard, long fuck. The sweet, musky scent of his wife's warm cunt still clung to Tom's throbbing cock and balls, rising pleasantly to his nostrils. Joyce lay close to him, flat on her back, her eyes closed, her nipples still hard from the hot energy of their fuck. They didn't fuck as often as they used to. Before their child, before their careers had become so demanding, this kind of intense sex had been a nightly affair. Now it was an occasional thing, once every one or two weeks, sometimes even less often.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" Tom asked. Joyce answered with an unintelligible grunt, her eyes still closed, one arm casually draped across her forehead. She was clearly not quite back to reality, not quite in sync with the orgasm that had transported her mind and body to another time and place. Tom watched him, wrestling with his thoughts. The intensity of their lovemaking had made him feel closer to her than he had in a long time. For the past few months, he'd wondered if they would ever feel this way about each other again. But this powerful sense of reconnection also brought with it a gnawing guilt. He had kept a deep secret from her. As he thought about this secret now, wondering whether he should tell her, and if so, how, his penis stirred. It twitched and became erect. Joyce's left hand found its way to his penis and gently cupped it. She felt and squeezed. Her blue eyes opened and gazed at him meaningfully. "You're getting hard again. What are you thinking about, you?"
"Damn man?"
Tom blushed involuntarily. His wife's words had surprised him. He wondered if this might be an opportunity to tell her what he had been hiding from her. But he wasn't sure. He thought it possible that his wife would accept what he told her without prejudice, but he couldn't be certain. If not, he feared, the consequences could be devastating.
She moved closer to him and kissed him on the bridge of his nose, a gesture that always made him feel like a child. And she knew it.
“Tell me,” she said simply. “No secrets.” And she waited.
Finally, Tom cleared his throat. "So, baby, I really need to tell you something. This isn't, well... easy. But you deserve to know. And I'd like your support in making the decision, um, I mean, in dealing with it. It involves Evan."
“Evan,” she repeated softly. “That boy gets horny. You’d know if you did his laundry. The little stud probably jerks off three times a day and uses those T-shirts as rags. But, um… how does the thought of our son get you hard?”
Tom had to grin briefly at his wife's casual directness about their young son's sexuality, but then he bit his lip as the pensive feelings returned.
After a thoughtful minute, he began. "That's exactly it," he replied. "I know that feeling, I mean, his lust. Last Friday, I came home early from work. I don't think I made much noise when I came in. The door to his room was ajar. I was expecting him from school, so I took a peek inside."
"And?", replied his wife, sitting up now looking visibly interested.
"Well... talking about it is kind of difficult. I mean... it's not the usual thing."
"He's our son, Tom. There's nothing you could say to me that would diminish my love for him. Or you, probably." She grinned slightly to soften the last sentence.
“I know… thank you for saying that, that, um, helps.” Tom hesitated, wondering how to put it into words. He pushed his misgivings aside, took a deep breath, and continued.
When I looked inside, I saw him on his bed. Naked, his clothes, shoes and schoolbooks were lying on the floor.
“Oh God, tell me, Tom!” Joyce encouraged him.
He heard a growing excitement in his wife's voice. It was unexpected, but somehow exactly what he needed to give himself the confidence to continue.
"Um, he was lying on the bed and... he was bent over. I mean, really far, his legs over the bed and his body all curled up. Bent like a hairpin. He was... ahhhh..." Tom felt his mouth go dry, then he felt Joyce's hand caress his penis.
She said nothing, but simply looked at him with her blue eyes. The gentle touch of her hand was enough to convey the words once more. "Tell me."
Tom swallowed. “He didn’t see me. While I was watching, his tongue came out. He was licking the tip of his penis. It was really hard. Small, of course. But very stiff, fully erect. I could hardly believe it. I held my breath. He clasped his hands behind his knees, pulled his penis closer, and started… well, sucking on the tip.”
“Oh my God, that sexy little bastard!” Joyce exclaimed, her words trailing off in a mischievous giggle as her hand squeezed Tom’s shaft even harder. “Only 12, but that boy’s just as horny as his dad!” “Does he really suck his own cock?” Tom groaned at her caress. “Yes,” he replied. His wife’s frank, dirty talk had always loosened his inhibitions.
"What have you done, you dirty daddy? Did it make you this hard? Damn it, tell me what happened!"
I only watched for a minute, then he let go of his erection and glanced randomly towards the door. He saw me, stared at me, and panicked. His eyes were so wide, he turned so red, he writhed on his side and tried to...
to pull the sheets over himself and hide his face. I thought he was going to cry.
I didn't know what to think as I watched him. It was simply unbelievable and confusing. But in that moment, I felt so sorry for him. I said, 'I'm sorry, little one, I didn't mean to bother you. Hey, boy, don't be ashamed, there's nothing to be ashamed of.' I thought maybe I should leave, but instead, I went to the bed and sat down beside him. I put a hand on his back and stroked it to reassure him that everything was alright. You're a good father, Tom.
"Um, thank you, I'll try. But... there's more."
"More? I'm all ears, sweetie."
Well… we talked for a while. I told him that all boys do that… masturbate and come when they're alone. I told him it's healthy and that I'm proud of how he's growing up. He was still quiet, but eventually he turned around and looked at me. He was still clearly embarrassed.
"Good manners, sweetheart. And?" "Then I noticed something on his chin. And then I could smell it. It was semen, Joyce. I guess he'd already given himself a blowjob, and... when I caught him, he wanted another one right away."
“Oh my God, why is it so hot?” his wife replied. Tom saw the fingers of her right hand now working her moist vulva, while her left hand still occasionally stroked his now quite stiff penis.
“I don’t know, but I think so too, baby,” Tom replied, though he didn’t have to—his wife could feel how aroused she was by the heat in her hand. “I wanted to make him feel like everything was okay, so I asked him if it felt good. His mouth on his cock, I mean. I told him I loved the feeling, maybe there’s nothing better. I told him his mother was doing it for me. He nodded and looked me in the eyes for a moment before looking away. I don’t think he knew about the semen on his chin.”
"Shit, I wish I was there!" Joyce exclaimed breathlessly.
They were silent for a minute while Joyce masturbated them both.
"It went on even further, baby. I mean... I don't know what came over me. I really wanted him to feel good, to feel validated... to feel good."
"What did Daddy do for your little boy, you sexy guy?"
"Well..." Tom took a deep breath. "I told him that if I could suck my own cock like that, I'd probably do it every day."
"You would if I knew you," Joyce giggled.
"Then I asked him... um... I asked him to show it to me. I said, 'Show Daddy your... beautiful cock, son.' He let the blanket slide down, and I saw his cock and his... balls again. They're smooth, baby... completely smooth, hairless, except for a... tiny tuft of silky pubic hair above his cock."
“Shit!” Joyce simply said and rubbed.
"He was still half hard... not quite, but not quite soft either... so... I said we could make him feel really good if he wanted. I asked... if Daddy should do it for him, Joyce. I don't know... what came over me, but I was so... I felt like I was high!"
“Oh my God, Tom, you didn’t!”
"Yes, baby. I did. I licked Evan. I gave our son a blowjob."
He watched Joyce lean back, her eyes narrowed to slits. She rubbed her clit wildly, her left hand, which had left his cock, now shoved two fingers inside her. As he watched, she trembled, twitched, and shuddered… again. He could see her labia gripping her buried fingers as she… came. Her nipples were rock hard, a fresh film of sweat covering her… breasts and forehead. She bit her lip as she recovered from her climax. Tom waited, holding his breath. He thought she might be embarrassed or angry or somehow both when she came to. But she wasn't.
Joyce's eyes opened and met his. "He liked it, didn't he?" she asked softly. Tom nodded.
"And you? Did you enjoy sucking our son's young cock? Did Daddy lick his boy juice? Did it taste good, Tom?" Tom blushed this time. And nodded again. "Damn, my God, that's so hot, you cock-sucker!" she gasped and started stroking again.
Tom was stunned. He'd expected that maybe, just maybe, if he could explain it properly, she might understand in a motherly way. In a way that said, "Boys will be boys." But he never thought his wife would take it like this! His penis was now hard and needed attention, so he started stroking himself while his wife masturbated beside him.
"Is that all you did with him?" Joyce asked, squirting. "Just this one time? How big is his penis?"
“Ten centimeters hard,” Tom answered. “And no,” he admitted. “Twice, when we were home alone before you got back from work, he came to me and asked me to give him a blowjob. So… I did. And, Joyce, I kissed him. He kissed me back. We were making out, like two faggots. It was so hot… I really liked it, baby. And he loved it.”
"Oh my God, this is fucking sexy, kissing our boy, two hot family faggots. God, Tom, I never would have guessed it – but it's... fucking hot!" Tell me – has he given you a blowjob yet?"
Tom shook his head. "I wasn't sure if he wanted that... and honestly, I wasn't sure about anything, whether I should let it continue. I felt really bad because you didn't know, baby."
"Now I know, Tom, thank you!" She wanted to kiss him. They kissed with tongues, like two faggots. Or perhaps like a mother and father who still love and desire each other.
After the kiss, Joyce paused, clearly thinking everything over. Tom waited silently. After a few moments, his wife seemed to have made up her mind.
“I want to see it, Tom,” Joyce declared suddenly. Her voice had that tone of conviction that always came through when she was asserting herself and making a point. Her lower lip jutted out to emphasize her intention… and to make it clear that she wouldn’t budge an inch on this issue.
"I want to be there and see him give himself a blowjob. Even more than that, I want to see you give our boy a blowjob. And I think you absolutely should let him give you one too. I want to see it – father and son taking care of each other's lustful needs. I know it's incest, Tom, but just the thought of it turns me on too much to put into words!"
"Joyce... What if he wants more? I mean, every boy his age would... – almost all of them think about it – want to fuck his mother. Would you be willing to do that?"
"Shit, Tom," Joyce growled. "Just fuck!" And she sank back into the pillow and feverishly worked her wet pussy again with her hand.
Finally, she declared: "Shit, yes, we should both fuck our hot little stallion! If he wants to."
Tom, shaken by his wife's unexpected, explicit declaration of pleasure, felt a sudden orgasm surge through his body. He had been caressing her, but the semen still overwhelmed him. The tingling, hot, electric wave coursed through him, his testicles lifted, and steaming spurts shot from them. Some splashed across his chest; the next stream arched over his wife's hand and stomach, landing with a plop on her erect left nipple. He leaned forward to slurp the blob from her breast, feeling her body tremble in her own violent, intense orgasm.
None of this had been expected, and her excitement remained unbroken even after she ejaculated.
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Joyce had been incredibly aroused when Tom admitted earlier in the week to giving her young son oral sex. She was fascinated by the image of her son writhing and sucking his own penis when his father interrupted. Over the next few days, Joyce asked Tom to repeat the story five or six times, fingering her vagina as he did so. Immediately afterward, the two had a passionate sucking and fucking session.
After such an episode on Friday night before bed, Joyce openly hinted that she would like to watch young Evan masturbate. She had already made it clear how much the idea aroused her of one day watching her son and husband perform oral sex on each other. This conversation had sparked another round of sweaty, lustful sex between the man and woman.
After they had sex, Joyce kissed her husband for a while and then fell asleep. When she woke up and looked at the alarm clock, she realized she must have slept for about an hour. The bed next to her was empty. No Tom. Her lips curled into an expectant, lustful smile as she suspected where her husband was. In the days since she had admitted to giving his son oral sex several times, her husband seemed to have tapped into a wellspring of new sexual energy. For the first time in their marriage, Joyce wasn't sure if she could keep up with her husband's sexual needs. In recent days, he seemed to get hard and full again within minutes of coming in her mouth or vagina. She had even caught him masturbating several times in bed before their lovemaking in the evenings.
It had to be the result of Tom and Evans's little incestuous tryst, she concluded. She'd never before sensed more than a faint hint from her husband that he might be bisexual, but the taste he'd gotten from Evans's young cock had obviously stirred something deep inside him. Joyce grinned to herself, and her clitoris twitched. She suspected that Tom was bisexual at that moment. She wanted to join in. They both knew that she'd given him—well, both of them, father and son—permission. But until then, she wasn't sure he'd be ready to act on it. Her nipples hardened as she stood naked from the bed.
She draped one of her husband's flannel shirts loosely around her shoulders. Unbuttoned. Tom wasn't in the bathroom. She bit her lip, her excitement rising. She tiptoed lightly down the hall toward Evan's room. The glow of a soft light revealed that the bedroom door was ajar. She paused to listen. Wet sucking sounds reached her ears, then a soft, muffled moan that she knew came from her husband. Evan was so young that his voice still sounded like a child's and was incapable of producing the animalistic growl she had just heard. But the soft, delighted squeal that followed—that was Evan, she smiled lasciviously.
She was already touching her cunt, which was glowing and slippery, just from her thoughts and the sounds. She moved closer until her gaze, through the narrow crack of the open door, found the right angle to the bed. There was her husband's buttocks, facing her, looking creamy, large, and muscular in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. His knees were on the floor, his head bobbing. Over his shoulders, she saw her son's smooth legs, bent backward, away from her. And there, between them, was Evans's head, his auburn hair tousled. Their foreheads were almost touching, and the boy was bobbing in an even more deliberate rhythm than his father's.
"Jesus Christ," she thought to herself. "Evan's giving herself a blowjob, and Tom's helping! Holy shit!" She moved her fingers even more intensely on her now throbbing clitoris. "Fucking cock-sluts!"
She heard Tom's voice, low and quiet, but clearly tense. "Good boy, Evan. Suck that cock, son. Let Daddy make your balls nice while you suck on your sweet load, baby." She could see Evan's lips encircling well over halfway down his small, stiff shaft as he worked hard to suck. She heard her little son grunt in response to his father's words. She watched as the back of her husband's head sank a little lower and heard her son gurgling around his cock. Tom's body twisted slightly, and now she could see her husband's hand caressing his own hard cock—so long and thick, so much bigger than her little son's, its base embedded in thick, golden-brown pubic hair with middle-aged gray strands.
"Oh my God," she thought, "he's licking Evans' asshole!" She licked her fingers and stimulated her clitoris even more intensely while watching the incestuous couple from the doorway. The two men were too engrossed in their lustful lovemaking and dirty talk to notice her.
Her jaw dropped as she watched her husband and son merge together in intense, incestuous heat. Evans' lips parted as he gasped audibly. His lips barely grazed the moist tip of the stiff young penis, a thread of saliva still connecting them, when she heard his voice, soft and strained, but clear. "Daddy! Papa, I'm doing it. I'm doing it, it's so close!"
“Good boy! This is my boy. Get that load of sperm, baby,” she heard her husband reply. She could hardly believe it as Tom rose to his knees, his right hand vigorously stroking his penis, and closed his lips around Evans. From her perspective, she saw their lips melt together, and she could see Tom’s tongue plunge deep into her son’s mouth. It was clearly not their first kiss, just as Tom had said. Joyce almost cried out involuntarily with pleasure as she watched her husband’s tongue leave Evans’s mouth and glide over the boy’s small, smooth glans.
The boy gasped as his father took the small penis between his fingers, stroked it, licked the glans once more, and guided it back between the boy's lips. Then Evan began to bob again, sucking his own cock with all his might. Joyce shifted slightly to get a better angle as her husband's glans sank deeper. She watched as Tom's tongue lengthened and, with loving ease, licked Evan's smooth, bare, hairless, and only slightly drooping testicles.
She almost came on her hand when she saw her husband's pink tongue slide deeper again. Tom's cock stood out long and hard, rubbing against the edge of the bed, but it wasn't being stroked now because he had one hand on each of their son's thighs, flipping the Evan back onto himself so the boy could take more of his own cock in his mouth. Tom lay low, nestled between smooth, soft, young buttocks, licking his son's asshole again. His buttocks hollowed as his tongue penetrated deeper into the boy. She heard Tom's voice, deep and rough, but clear, lustful as it always was when he was on the verge of his own orgasm. "Suck that cock, slut. Do it for Daddy. Eat the little boy's cum, little one!"
Joyce moaned loudly as orgasm washed over her body. Three fingers were inside her, and her other hand caressed her wildly throbbing clit. Her boys were too engrossed in their incestuous relationship to hear her. Her vision blurred, her body convulsing in waves of deep heat, but she saw her son begin to swallow, his throat working, his legs trembling as his balls emptied. She saw Tom's head pull back as he roared and rose to his feet. His shoulders, chest, and thighs glistened with sweat in the lamplight. He was now straddling their young son, furiously jerking off his hard cock. He growled, "Fuck yeahhhh, baby boy," and she saw his buttocks clench as his thick, warm semen spurted out, spraying all over the face, chest, crotch, and ass of the still-coming Evan. The last thing Joyce remembered before she passed out was her son's pale, perky little bottom rolling back onto the bed, his legs relaxing forward and spreading wide as his father's long torso slumped over him. They kissed again. Even from the doorway, she could smell men's sweat and strong semen. She remembered how intimate, slippery, and warm Tom's semen must be, sticky between their naked, sweaty bodies. Evans's softening cock would roll warmly against his father's stomach. Mmmmmmm…
