Don’s heart beat fast in his chest as he sat in his new-ish Chrysler 200 at the end of the block. He had the heat on, but his hands were still cold from the nervousness that tingled throughout his body, occasionally causing his stomach to feel both weightless and full of butterflies. Two days ago, Don had lied about having to work late on Friday to prepare for a road trip and conference the following week. He told his wife Hanna, that she’d be free to go to her “book club” since he’d be out for the evening.
Don wasn’t surprised by her excited acknowledgment, having found out about her extra-curricular activities by having a sophisticated home security system installed at their house that had secret surveillance capabilities.
Last night, when he had a moment to himself, he’d watched the recorded video as his wife eagerly conferred with their son Pete, setting a meeting for Hanna and their son’s female alter-ego, Anastasia, for Friday night at the adult bookstore across town.
Don had all the specifics, the two wanted to play together this time, they would both occupy the last video booth at the end of the hall and “Anastasia” would teach her mother everything she knew about playing at a gloryhole.
Blinking, Don focused on reality, and watched as the two cars left his home. They are really keeping up appearances, he thought. Taking two cars would seem appropriate if Don was home when they got back. He guessed at a proper gap, put his car in gear, and turning on headlights, proceeded to follow them through the suddenly exciting night. Don took his time, he knew where they were going and wanted to give them enough time to be inside before he pulled into the parking lot of the store.
He parked in the first spot available, not worrying about whether or not he’d be seen or recognized. A small part of his brain realized how risky this was, but also recognized that perhaps he’d gone just a tad crazy in the last week after discovering the incestuous relationship between his wife and their son. The icing on the cake was, he wanted in! It was only just a little before that that he’d learned that his son was a crossdressing sissy, he had surprised himself at just how fast that the shock of that revelation had turned to desire.
One way or another, tonight was going to be life changing, he could feel it in the a-
“Can I hep you find sumpthin?” the voice of the young goth-y woman behind the cashier interrupted his thoughts.
“Ah, um… Yes?” Don said, trying to act nonchalant. “Where, where are the video booths?”
“Mmm, they’re back there,” she pointed, indicating a hallway toward the back of the store.
“Thanks,” Don replied.
“Hey, try booth number nine,” she called out to his departing back with a grin. “Trust me!”
Don waved acknowledgement over his shoulder and headed into the back hallway, taking in the few people waiting there at a glance. All guys, he had secretly hoped to see women there, but understood that they would probably be pretty rare. He ignored a young man headed into a booth who tried to catch his eye, his trim preppy style made Don think of a schoolboy, his mind mentally filed the possibilities for future reference. He though this all in a split second as he headed down the hall toward number nine.
Damn, he thought. The door indicated ‘occupied’ and he was forced to find a natural feeling pose against the wall as he waited. This has got to be the most awkward moment of my life, he thought. Everybody here knows why everyone else is here, but no one’s going to say or do anything but just stand here and like him, try to look natural. Ha ha, it was kind of funny in its ridiculousness.
Several guys had come and gone (ha, cum and gone you mean!) and he was beginning to wonder if he’d have to come up with a different plan, when the door in front of him unlatched and opened. To Don’s surprise, an older Latino couple exited the booth, and with an embarrassed glance at Don’s startled face, the departed the hallway with big smiles on their flushed faces.
Don quickly stepped into the booth, before the guys next to him thought he wasn’t going to go in, and shut and locked the door behind him. He turned on the light, but immediately turned it back off, half blinded by the bright light after standing in the dim hallway outside. He took in his surroundings as he fished his wallet out to feed the video played a ten dollar bill. He absently selected a cheesy shemale video while noting the four, round plastic covers, two on each wall.
Don sat on the metal and plastic chair and began to methodically undress, tucking his shoes under the chair and hanging his jacket, pants and shirt on the hooks on the back of the door. The booth was remarkably clean and well-kept he noted, as he took in the moment. He felt detached from his surroundings, even his own heavy-set body. He seemed to see himself from the outside, a fat naked dude, sitting in a video booth, trying to decide what to do with himself. He wasn’t even aroused at the moment, he thought, looking down between his legs.
Don had always been “a grow-er, not a show-er,” and tonight was no exception. His nervousness had caused his penis to almost disappear entirely, with only the mushroom head protruding from his freshly shaved pubic mound. His dick began to show signs of life as he remembered the night he had asked his wife if he should trim or shave his pubes. Hanna had been in the middle of a blow job and had paused to get a pubic hair out of her mouth. Don had hardly got the words out of his mouth before she was leading him by the hand to their bathroom, sitting him on the toilet and breaking out the electric trimmers. She had started by mowing down his bushy pubes with the trimmers, and finished by shaving his mound, balls and the base of his cock bare. She then declared it ‘beautiful,’ and finished what she started, blowing him until she directed his climax onto her angelic face.
Don was almost hard now, getting close to his full growth of seven inches when he heard a tapping from one of the gloryholes. Thankfully it was from the side he knew was his wife and son’s. Don stood and slid aside both covers, the higher one aligned best the other hole was lower.
In the ghostly light from the video monitor, he saw two pale hands reach through the two holes. The long thin fingers of his son’s hand reached out from the top hole and expertly wrapped around his stiffening cock, the short, plump fingers of his wife extended from the lower hole and, reaching up, gently began to fondle his hairless balls.
“Oh god,” Don breathed. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
“Better believe it, daddy,” a high feminine voice purred, replying to his involuntary exclamation.
“This is your lucky night,” came another voice, in the lower key he recognized as his wife’s.
“Feed me, daddy,” came the high voice of his son, clearly in his Anastasia persona, as he felt her tug him toward the hole.
Don took a deep breath and allowed his cock to be pulled through the hole and into her hot mouth. Don felt wetness engulf his cock as his round belly bumped against the cold wall. His wife’s hand had let go of his balls and now clasped an ass cheek, pulling his hips forward against the wall. On the other side of the wall, Anastasia’s mouth worked magic on his cock as he felt heat and wetness surround his hanging testicles.
“Ohhh, umm,” Don moaned as Hanna began sucking on his balls.
With his gorgeous sissy son doing amazing things to his dick and his newly awakened slut wife sucking on his balls, and the awareness of the secret incest between them, and now him, his arousal plummeted of the cliff of restraint in an earthshattering orgasm.
He could feel Anastasia swallowing over and over as he shuddered and twitched in her mouth. He felt her pull of and the familiar sensation of his wife’s mouth, finishing the job of sucking every last drop of semen from his prick.
By the time she was done, it was all Don could to to sink, rather than fall, to the floor. Through the holes, Don could see that they had their light on, he could also see mother and son, engaged in a passionate embrace, deeply kissing one another, semen glazed lips hungry for the other’s tongue, swapping the slimy white contents of their mouths repeatedly.
Don had supposed that he’d only have one orgasm before becoming limp and being through for the night, but the display he witnessed kept his member rock hard. If anything, he became even harder as he watched them finally swallow the mixture of his cum and their spit and lick each other’s face clean. Then, as if in a dream, he watched as Anastasia stood and approached the wall, and positioning her magnificent cock and balls through the hole, presenting them for Don to service.
Don rose to his knees and approached the perfect penis which pulsed gently before his face. Not understanding what he was doing, Don leaned forward and ran his son’s cock along under his nose from base to tip, smelling it like a fine cigar. He closed his eyes, memorizing the odor. Eyes still closed, his lips parted and he licked the tip experimentally, lapping the precum from the bright pink head. Opening wider, he slipped his lips around the head and pushed forward, feeling the warm flesh fill his mouth. It was both harder and softer than he had guessed it might be. The taste and texture was something he’d remember for the rest of his life.
Don slowly began to rock forward and back, minutely to begin with, then farther and farther until he was properly fucking his mouth with Anastasia’s fantastic cock. Somehow, Don’s mind wandered as he serviced her cock, he noticed that it was much like his own, but subtly thinner and longer. He noticed her delicate ball-sack, tightening against his lower lip, then relaxing and swinging freely to gently bump his chin. He could hear Anastasia’s girly moans and mews and his wife’s dirty words of encouragement to her.
Don was overcome with the desire to feel the cock between his lips spew its load, filling his mouth until it overflowed onto his jiggly chest and belly. Reaching his left hand through the lower hole, he groped for Ana’s ass, hoping to pull her to him, controlling the motion. His efforts were derailed however by Hanna guiding his questing fingers to her slippery slit. Abandoning his quest for his son’s ass, he redoubled his efforts on his cock and simultaneously began to vigorously dig into his wife’s dripping pussy. He knew she enjoyed it when he fingered her roughly and was rewarded by a flood of juices running over his fingers, hand, and down his arm.
Don’s jaw began to ache and his throat became sore from his amateur fellatio. He was beginning to wonder about trying something else when he heard Anastasia’s breathing take on new urgency and felt her begin to fuck his mouth in time to his bobbing. He withdrew his wet fingers from Hanna’s pussy and was able to firmly grip his son’s muscular ass, pushing him further and harder into his weakening mouth. Don pulled Ana’s ass toward the wall and opened his throat, willing it to relax and ignoring the urge to gag. He felt the tip of his middle finger slip into her tight asshole, slick with her mother’s pussy juice.
This was apparently the trigger Anastasia needed, as she cried aloud and her cock unloaded into her father’s throat and mouth. Fulfilling his wish, the sweet semen quickly overwhelmed his mouth and it ran out around her cock and over father’s lips, dripping onto his heaving chest and belly, squishing against the wall and making obscene noises.
Don sucked his son’s spasming cock as if his life depended on it, determined to suck it dry. When the last of her cries died down and her cock disappeared back into the hole, he began to lean back and withdraw his hand when he suddenly felt it captured by both his wife’s. His fingers were spread and he felt his wedding band being twisted this way and that.
“Don?” Hanna’s voice asked, quiet and breathless.
“Yes…” Don answered. “It’s me.”
He felt his hand released and he withdrew it, sitting back from the hole and looking through it. He could see Hanna’s startled expression and Anastasia’s pretty eyes, both trying to peer into his dark room. He reached across and flipped the light on, blinking in the sudden brightness.
“Hi kids,” he sheepishly waved at them, smiling.
Hanna cracked a smile with half her face as she sort of waved back. Anastasia’s expression was unreadable through her makeup.
“So… uh. You guys might want some kind of explanation,” Don began.
“Hold on,” Hanna stopped him.
Don saw them both stand up, face each other and he heard a quick whispered conversation ensue.
After a couple minutes, Hanna bent down to look through the hole.
“Grab your stuff and come over here,” she said firmly with remarkable composure. She then closed their side of the gloryhole covers.
“Okay,” Don answered, suddenly feeling like he was being called to the principal’s office.
He had the presence of mind to close his covers and grabbing his shoes and clothes, being careful not to hold them against the semen running down his chest and belly, he turned off the light and stepped naked into the hallway and over to the adjacent door. Knocking, he heard a few chuckles from the hallway behind him.
“Yeah man, get some,” was the last thing he heard as the door opened and he quickly stepped inside.
The end booth was a little bigger than the rest, but there wasn’t a lot of elbow room for the two overweight parents and their son. Hanna opened her arms and hugged Don hard, inadvertently smearing Anastasia’s cum across her face when she put her head to his chest. Releasing him, she put her hands on his shoulders and looked him in the eyes.
“Are we good honey?” she asked.
“Always, no matter what,” he replied, using the tried and true answer to her question.
They have had some rough spots in their marriage through the years, but this question and response was the sign that they had used to signify that they were okay with each other.
“No matter what,” Don repeated, reaching up and placing his hand on Anastasia’s shoulder.
Anastasia, their son Peter, in turn placed his hand on his mother’s shoulder.
“No matter what,” she said.
Don reached down and kissed his wife deeply, then breaking from the kiss, met Ana’s eyes meaningfully. Ana walked into her parent’s arms and kissed her father warmly, then with increasing passion, probing with her tongue between his lips.
Hanna found herself suddenly poked from both sides by erect cocks. She leaned in and began kissing them on their shoulders and chests while wrapping her small, chubby fingers around each of their hard pricks.
Don and Ana were now fully engrossed in kissing one another, mouths, lips and tongues fiercely exploring. Hanna got down on her knees and brought the heads of both their cocks to her lips, kissing first one, then the other. She strained to fit the tips of both into her small mouth, but discovered she could only manage one at a time. She was in heaven, worshiping the cocks of the two people she loved most in the world. Her lovers had grown still and quiet and she looked up to find them both watching her with huge smiles on their faces.
“What?” she asked, popping her husband’s dick out of her mouth.
“Nothing, just enjoying the show,” Don replied.
“I love you mom,” Ana offered as Hanna shrugged happily and swallowed her cock.
Hanna grasped Ana’s hips and pushed her away from her father, maneuvering between the two. She prompted Ana to sit in the chair, keeping her cock in her mouth throughout the process. Hanna then reached around behind her and spread her soft ass cheeks.
“Get your cock in here,” she ordered Don, voice somewhat muffled by Ana’s penis.
“Yes ma’am,” Don agreed enthusiastically, kneeling behind his wife.
Don slipped his cock up and down along Hanna’s juicy slit and started to push into her pussy.
“Not there, higher,” Hanna commanded. “Put your dick in my ass.”
“Seriously?” Don asked involuntarily, taken by surprise.
If there was one thing in their marriage bed that was always, completely, strictly forbidden, it was messing with Hanna’s asshole. She never wanted it touched, licked or otherwise mentioned, and if he had ever strayed in that direction, it totally killed “the mood” and whatever they had been up to ended and they both ended up going to sleep frustrated. Whatever his son had awakened in his wife was worth whatever fallout was to come, because Don was about to enter the Promised Land.
“Yes,” She said, stopping and turning her head to look him in the face. “I want my husband’s cock to take my ass virginity, before I offer it to my gorgeous baby.”
“Oh fuck yes,” Don exclaimed, and addressed himself to Hanna’s generous ass.
Hanna resumed ministering to Ana’s pretty cock and Don began pushing the fat mushroom head into the funnel of smooth skin surrounding Hanna’s crinkly, pink asshole. He was surprised at how easily penetration began, but Hanna had been incredibly wet for a long time before, the slickness of her juices from multiple orgasms allowed them to forgo manmade lubrication.
Don groaned as he slipped through her sphincters, he was amazed at how relaxed she must have been to let him in so easily, it was as if she was made to do anal. He heard her moan around the cock in her mouth, he looked up to see Anastasia watching with wide eyes as her mom took her first cock in the ass.
“Oh god,” Hanna groaned as Don continued to slide slowly in. “Oh yes, keep going.”
Don slid in until his balls rested against her giant, sloppy pussy lips.
“Fuck, that’s amazing,” Hanna ground out between clenched teeth. “Hold up a minute,” she panted.
Don felt her asshole spasming as she struggled to adjust to the sensations in her back door. She lay her head sideways in Ana’s lap and spent a minute breathing hard, all the while Don could feel her asshole clamping down on the base of his cock and trembling. After a short while, he felt the grip relax, but it still felt tighter than when he started.
“Ah,” Hanna began. “Hah, that’s better. Well, what’re you waiting for? Start fuckin’,” she finished with a grin.
Don relaxed, smiled and reached forward, finding and grabbing her hips between the soft rolls of flesh. He withdrew a little and pushed forward, starting small and slow and as Hanna became accustomed to the hard cock violating her bowel, and eventually graduating into full blown fucking. Don’s mind was blown as he looked past his belly to watch his shaft pumping into his wife’s pretty butthole.
“Ah fuck! Yes. Fuck. Fuck me! Fuck my ass! Fucking fuck my asshole!” Hanna chanted.
“Oh my god, oh god! You so fucking sexy. God I love you, I love your asshole, oh god!” Don chanted back.
He was totally getting goff on her cussing and talking dirty, he didn’t think he’d last much longer as the moment rushed in on him. He was finally fucking his wife’s asshole after nearly thiry years of marriage, he mouth was filled with his sissy son’s cock even as he could still taste the flavor of their semen in his mouth.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned.
“Yes! Cum in my ass, I wanna feel your cum in my ass,” Hanna encouraged him.
“Oh god, Daddy,” Anastasia cooed. “Cum in Mommy’s ass please!”
That was it, Don grasped Hanna’s hips had and began violently slamming into her ass as his entire being exploded out of the conduit of his cock plunging in and out of his wife’s asshole. He silently howled at the ceiling as he felt himself empty his balls deep in her bowel. After what seemed like an eternity, he tried to relax the claws of his hands and release Hanna’s hips, he slowly sat back on his heels and his still throbbing penis slipped out of Hanna’s now sloppy and slightly gaping asshole.
“Your turn baby,” Hanna purred as she turned around and presented her raised ass to Anastasia.
Don gaped in amazement at his lap and Hanna grasped the base of his messy cock and began to lick and suck it clean. Ana’s reaction was much the same as she watched her mom go ass to mouth like a professional porn star. Ana shook her head to clear it and focused on her mom’s ass in front of her. Ana stood and straddled her mom, pressing down in the middle of her back to get her mom to really arch her back and point her ass up. Ana then pointed her cock straight down and lowered herself, pushing her long cock into her mom’s loose, cum filled asshole.
“Oh fuck Mom,” Ana cried. “Oh god Mom, your ass feels amazing!”
“Mmm, yeah baby,” Hanna moaned.” Fuck Mommy’s used asshole.”
Anastasia continued to do squats, pumping in and out of Hanna’s ass vertically but tiring quickly, she switched to kneeling behind her mother to continue fucking more conventionally. Through this process, Hanna had finished cleaning Don’s prick and was now kind of hugging his hips, her face resting in his lap, his semi-erect cock resting against her cheek as she moaned quiet encouragement to her “daughter.”
“Umm, yeah baby, fuck Momma,” she cooed to Ana. “Your cock feels good in Mommy’s ass.”
“Are you gonna cum baby? Are you gonna cum in mommy’s asshole? Come on baby, cum in Mommy, cum in Mommy…”
“I want to… I want to cum… I want to cum in Daddy’s mouth again,” Ana said while still pumping in and out.
“Is that what Daddy wants too?” Hanna asked, raising up to look in Don’s eyes.
Don nodded, the said, “Yes, yes I want that very much!”
“Better get your face back there then,” Hanna prompted with a smile.
Don crawled to Hanna’s ass and let Anastasia guide his head to lay it on his wife’s broad ass, her taut abs bumping his nose each time her cock plunged into his wife’s ass.
“Say it,” Hanna demanded. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Does Daddy want my cum?” Anastasia asked. “Does Daddy want my dick straight from Mommy’s ass?”
“Yes. Yes! I want your pretty cock in my mouth.” Don confessed. “I want you cock from Mom’s ass. I want to taste her ass and your cum!”
“Cum in my mouth, cum in my mouth,” Don continued to chant.
Anastasia let out a mighty groan and withdrew from her mom’s ass on the backstroke, and buried it to the hilt in her dad’s mouth on the return stroke. Don felt the first burst of semen in his mouth before it was even fully in, and he quickly began to swallow as the back of his mouth filled with cum from Ana’s musky, slimy cock.
Don found the flavors and odors overwhelming in the most erotic way. Ana’s pulsing cock in his mouth was both musky and tangy, sweet and bitter, soft and rigid. The overpowering scent of semen, both of theirs, mixed thoroughly in Hanna’s bowel, combined with the strong odor of a woman’s crotch to become the epitome of sex. Anastasia slowed her thrusting in Don’s mouth and her penis rapidly shrank as he eagerly continued to suck her organ. Reluctantly, Don let her pull back and sighed heavily.
As if planned, they all stood and began gathering their garments, helping one another find their things and getting dressed. Kissing here, fondling there, hugging each other and trying to clean up, to compose themselves into a somewhat less disheveled mess than the felt to be.
Before exiting, Don turned to them and gathered them in his arms.
“Are we good?” he asked quietly.
“No matter what,” Hanna and Peter replied in unison.
“Good, let’s go home,” Don said to his family.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/aekorj/hanna_family_secrets_pt_11_the_end_ms_mf_incest
Where are parts 1 through 10? :(